There comes a time in every man’s life when he is ready to take the next big step —like going from a half to a full swing.
I had cold feet in the moments before.
“It’s going to be a little bit harder to hit it, but when you do it’s going to go farther,” Troy said.
There was nothing I wanted more than the latter, but the prospect of the ball being harder to hit was a terrifying one.
But I knew it was time.
After some Linkin Park-level teenage awkwardness during training drills, I found putting the full swing together to be a smooth transition.
The athletic motion of turning my back foot and hips remained the same, and the whooshing sound followed by a grazing of the grass seemed to applaud my courage.
It was still driving, I just had a different car.
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