Does any of the following sound familiar when it comes to going to the driving range?
“My husband turns into a golf pro telling me I need to do what he tells me if I expect to improve. Even if I’m taking lessons, he seems to think he knows better what I need to do than my teacher. We almost always leave the driving range mad at each other and he has no clue why I am so upset. After all, he was just trying to help!”
Or this: “Men seem to swarm when they see a woman at a range. Trying to show off their ability and knowledge of the golf swing, they are always telling me what I am doing wrong. I think they could care less about helping me. They just want my phone number.”
And finally: “With so many people, it is distracting. I find myself watching others hit balls and without realising it, I lose track of what it is I need to be working on. Or worse, I’ll try to emulate others thinking what they are doing will help me and I lose patience, get mad and leave.”