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| Golf and track make for a fun day |
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| Old men can't jump |
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By Lon Austin
Saturday was a great day. I had the privilege of playing nine holes of golf at Brasada Ranch with the publisher of the Redmond Spokesman.
We were scheduled to play 18 holes, but the course was full and I had to excuse myself and rush to Prineville to participate in the community track meet.
Normally I walk when I play golf, but Brasada is not a walker friendly course. It goes up and down hill and frequently has long distances from a green to the next tee.
The course is beautiful and has some great views. As for the golf itself that didn't go so well.
I managed one par on the nine holes and a couple of bogies. The 13 I shot on number three after a foursome had invited us to play through and we elected not to, was something else. I was up in the weeds and instead of taking a drop, I thought I could play out of the problem. Nine strokes and a lot of crawling under junipers later, I finally saw the fairway again.
If I had just used good judgment and taken my drop instead of showing how well I could play out of the weeds I would have been a lot better off.
If you ever get a chance to play the course I recommend that you take advantage of it, and make sure that you bring your camera.
One final warning, unless you can chip accurately plan on three- putting a lot of holes. Those greens give a whole new meaning to the word `undulating.'
When I got back to the community track meet I signed up for the javelin, discus and high jump.
The track meet actually started out pretty well. I finished fourth overall in the javelin and was feeling pretty proud of myself until I went over to the high jump. As I understand the concept the object is to "jump" as high as you can. Apparently old guys don't elevate very well as it would have been more accurate to describe what I did as falling over 4-09 and then falling into the bar when they raised it to 5-00. For those of you who are unclear what that means a good jumper is supposed to be able to jump at least close to their own height. I succeeded in "jumping" 22 inches under my height.
As far as I can remember I have never failed to jump higher than that in my life.
About all I could say for my attempt to throw the discus was that I stayed in the ring, and stayed on my feet.
The amazing thing about it was people actually complimented me about how well I did in the meet, and the high school athletes were kind enough to not laugh, at least until I left their event to go on to the next one.
I had a great time. If I ever get another chance I'm going to do the community track meet again, and I would encourage you to try it as well. But I think I may give up the high jump and move on to something new.
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