My 2014 season is now in the books. It came to an abrupt end last week when I failed to advance out of the second stage of LPGA Q-School.
I must admit I was stunned my season ended the way it did. Everything seemed to happen so fast. It was just the other day when I played the LPGA event in Portland followed by a great showing in front of my Husker friends at the Epson event in Mayetta, Kansas. I attended my sister’s wedding the next weekend in Seattle, but then woke up here in Arizona two and a half weeks later without any tournaments left to play. Surely the past two weeks of bogeys and missed cuts and disappointments were just a bad dream.
I arrived in Daytona Beach for the Tour Championship jet-lagged and exhausted from the wedding. I booked a Sunday night red-eye flight from Washington to Florida with the intention of saving time and energy, but it only made things worse. Chalk it up as another important travel lesson learned the hard way. I didn’t feel comfortable with my body and swing until the second round on Friday morning, and that was simply too late after Thursday’s 77. I started pressing hard to make birdies, knowing exactly what I needed to make the cut, but of course this backfired. Golf is like quicksand: the harder you try, the worse you get.
I remained in Daytona over the weekend, grooving my swing for hours on the range. I cheered as my good friend and roommate of the week, Demi Runas, shot a final round 65 and tied for first, earning enough to make a last minute leap inside the top-10 on the money list. I got chills as I watched Demi and the other nine girls receive their oversized LPGA Tour cards on stage in the season-ending ceremony. The feeling of watching these ten girls as they finally clutched in their hands the realization of a life-long dream was thrilling, inspiring, and…agonizing. I, too, wanted so desperately to be on that stage. Read More>>
To read the complete October Blog and others from the year be sure to visit Madeleine Sheils Blog Page: MAD DOG'S BLOG
I must admit I was stunned my season ended the way it did. Everything seemed to happen so fast. It was just the other day when I played the LPGA event in Portland followed by a great showing in front of my Husker friends at the Epson event in Mayetta, Kansas. I attended my sister’s wedding the next weekend in Seattle, but then woke up here in Arizona two and a half weeks later without any tournaments left to play. Surely the past two weeks of bogeys and missed cuts and disappointments were just a bad dream.
I arrived in Daytona Beach for the Tour Championship jet-lagged and exhausted from the wedding. I booked a Sunday night red-eye flight from Washington to Florida with the intention of saving time and energy, but it only made things worse. Chalk it up as another important travel lesson learned the hard way. I didn’t feel comfortable with my body and swing until the second round on Friday morning, and that was simply too late after Thursday’s 77. I started pressing hard to make birdies, knowing exactly what I needed to make the cut, but of course this backfired. Golf is like quicksand: the harder you try, the worse you get.
I remained in Daytona over the weekend, grooving my swing for hours on the range. I cheered as my good friend and roommate of the week, Demi Runas, shot a final round 65 and tied for first, earning enough to make a last minute leap inside the top-10 on the money list. I got chills as I watched Demi and the other nine girls receive their oversized LPGA Tour cards on stage in the season-ending ceremony. The feeling of watching these ten girls as they finally clutched in their hands the realization of a life-long dream was thrilling, inspiring, and…agonizing. I, too, wanted so desperately to be on that stage. Read More>>
To read the complete October Blog and others from the year be sure to visit Madeleine Sheils Blog Page: MAD DOG'S BLOG
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