This is a personal story. It took me a while to get the guts to post this in the public domain especially out of respect for the people I mention within, but I’m sharing this with you because I want to help you and perhaps your family as well. I’ve been playing golf since I was 7 years old. My father bought me a child’s club and took me with him, letting me whack at golf balls and giving me tips along the way.

The Start of A Wonderful Life

One day, he bought me a 3 wood and I was finally able to hit the ball over 100 yards. I eventually grew into a young adolescent and he bought me a nice starter set. Over the next couple of years, we played par 3 courses and I developed my game with my father by my side. There were ups and downs along the way, but I enjoyed every minute of it, playing the game I loved with my father.

Father and Son, How it Should Be

Then I got into high school, and became an outstanding golfer. I played on the team in school and still played with my dad almost every weekend. Even though I had some awesome times playing with my friends in school, I never enjoyed those rounds as much as I did when I had a good round playing with my dad. I wanted to make him proud of me, and I was able to, until….

The Horrible Downfall

Something terrible happened. A couple of years into college, my dad and I still played every other weekend or so, but then he started having chronic back pain. He couldn’t swing a club or even walk the course without a terrible pain in his back. Long story short, this eventually led to a condition which ended in my dad never being able to play golf again. This happened in his late 40s…

A Painful Destiny

Golf is a huge part of my life. I go visit my dad all the time at his house and can’t help but talk about golf. It’s what I love. I feel terrible because I see the pain on his face, not the physical pain, but the emotional pain of him not being able to play with me. I share the pain as well. Although I cherished every moment we had on the course together, had I known this was going to happen, I would have tried much harder to get more out of it.

To this day, my dad hasn’t been able play golf. This is strictly due to him not protecting his body. If he had a proper golf fitness program in place before his pain started, a preventative program, then he and I would still be out on the links every weekend, father and son, like it’s supposed to be.

Protect Yourself

This is why you see me talk to much about golf fitness, not because I want to sell you something, but because I don’t want you to lose out on what my father and I lost out on. Do yourself a favor and protect yourself before it’s too late. Even you young ones…

I am a PGTAA Class A Master Professional specializing in techniques that are meant to make this complicated game … simple. If you found the story above touching on any sort of level at all, please visit this page that I have set up outlining two of the best golf fitness resources on the web.

They have taken my game to a new level, and will hopefully prevent me from ending up stricken to watch golf on TV like my father is destined to do. I’m begging you golfers out there. Please please protect yourself, if not for you, for your family.

Cody Wheeler
PGTAA Class A Master Teaching Professional