Well winter has really set in, here in Western Washington, with snow a week ago and now blustery rainy days that won't end until April. I've done a lot of reflection after the Newport Cup because of how well I played that final day. It was a good way to end my season. I knew that my swing had been coming around and that there were only a few swing thoughts I wanted to keep track of. I had a good warm-up that day, not doing anything special. Just getting finding the rhythm and the way the ball was flying.
I know I've had rounds where I had flow from hole to hole or through a series of holes, but I never thought I was in the zone. The more I look back at the NC, the more I think I was firmly in the zone that last day. The first hole I can remember being in that zone was hole 12, a straight, longer par 4. I remember thinking about my aim point, on the tee, and just telling myself to swing the way you've been doing all day. I remember thinking the same thing on the next tee too and both were nearly perfect drives. I'm pretty sure, though, that after the first tee shot on hole 1, I entered that zone. Everything seems a blur now. No particular shots stand out. It was all thinking about my aim points and hitting them almost every time. It was a feeling of, almost, non-awareness. Just a aim and shoot, knowing that it will be just fine. It seems so strange, because I've never felt that way about a round. Every round is usually a battle to find the cup. I'm hoping I can retain that feeling and find it again next season.