Today is National Golf Lover’s Day! Our guest post today is from Anne Marie Goslak, Golf Professional at Oak Valley Golf Club.
About Anne Marie Goslak:
*BA. Degree from Wake Forest University
*Top 10 finish Pat Bradley College Invitational
*Qualified for National Pub Links Championships
*Played 12 years professional golf on Central FL Challenge Tour, Futures Tour, Atlantic *Coast Golf Tour, Golfer’s Developmental Tour
*President of First Tee of the Blue Ridge
*Member of the LPGA Teaching & Club Professional
*Nominated for LPGA Southeastern Teacher of the Year 2008
Every time I took a breath, pain shot through my chest. Sitting, standing, lying down, it did not matter. Was it a pulled muscle, an issue with a ligament or a dislocated rib?
“This is not a good time, “I mumbled to myself. Not only did I have over 50 hours of lessons booked that week, but it was time for me to start practicing for tournaments coming up later in the summer. I needed to fix this and soon.
I started with the usual remedy, a hot Epsom salt bath followed by 20 minutes of stretching. When that did not work, I called the massage therapist for an appointment. That usually did the trick, but not this time. The pain only intensified.
Over the next two weeks, I tried every patch, ointment, anti-inflammatory and home remedy there was. Eventually, I gave in and saw my doctor, who thought it was just spasms. She prescribed enough muscle relaxers to bring a cow to its knees. Unfortunately, that did not help either.
Three weeks into it, my mother called. She said, “I can tell by your voice that something is wrong. What is it?”
Frustrated, I explained, “I have such a sharp pain in my rib that I’m struggling to just get through my day of teaching. I am not sleeping and nothing seems to help.”
“Last time this happened, didn’t you tell me you saw that lady at Sunrise Yoga? She gave you some exercises that helped. Are you still doing those?”
I heard myself making excuses like, “Well, um, I haven’t really had the time. And I mean, I kind of do some yoga stretches, but not really exactly the way she wanted me to. Sometimes, I add other things in there, like doing the Push Up Challenge that I saw on Facebook…”
Then it hit me like a ton of bricks. I was behaving like some of my students. I paid an expert, who had decades of experience, to help create a yoga routine specifically for me. Yet for some odd reason, I went rogue. I did not hold the poses long enough, I did them in random order. Some days I would skip yoga altogether. Other times, I would add a free weight routine.
At that very moment, I had a “Come to Jesus” meeting with myself. The self-talk went something like this: ”Do you trust your yoga teacher? Did you see results the last time you followed her directions? Do you want to be in pain the rest of your life or are you ready to commit? No excuses! No additives! Just do it!”
After rededicating myself to the yoga routine, the pain was gone in just three days.