Whack the ball

Today, my second visit to the range in this week

Sometimes, I enjoy independence. Doing something alone or getting something done alone makes me feel proud. No need to rely on someone else. I do something the way I want, the time I prefer. Going to the range by myself does not sound fun, does it? If you were to ask me this question three weeks ago, I would say by no means it sounded fun. But today, I would say it does.

Whacking the balls alone makes me think. Think how I swung. Think how I should swing. I focus more on my motions. Not on my companions. I taste the independence. Another good thing was that I exercised rather than staying home like a couch potato.