Everything is scrutinised.
Every move of the head, hands, shoulders
Every angle of the elbows, knees, wrists
Everything I do
Again, again, again
Tears of frustration welling up behind my glasses, praying he won’t notice as I can’t make it stop.
And this is my doing, I never put myself forward, I hate the attention, but my quest for self improvement needs this, I needs this, something for me.
I leave deflated, not on the high I usually experience.
See you in 2 weeks for my next golf lesson.