Monthly medal day at Cairns. For reasons I don't understand it was played on the shorter white course. As usual it was very pleasant weather with a maximum of around 28C and just enough breeze to keep cool.
After Wednesday's strange play I wasn't quite sure whether Dr Jekyll or Mr Hyde would show up. It turned out to be a bit of both.
Playing off the tenth I started well enough with a nice drive and 6I to about twenty feet for an easy two putt par. My attempt at birdie was a sign of things to come because I mis-hit the putt and left it about two feet short. Another 6I on eleven over the water finished a few feet off the green. Again I mis-hit the putt and left it about two feet short. Unexpectedly then came twelve. My drive ran a bit too far into the fairway trap on the left. From there I had 185m over water to the green. Sensibly enough I punched out an 8I short of the water.
The good news is that turned out to be the last green I missed until eleven holes later on the fifth. Even better news were my birdies on two (314m) from about four feet and four (373m) from about twenty feet.
The bad news is that after a weak pitch on twelve I three putted from about fifty feet, on fourteen I three putted from about fifty feet, on fifteen I three putted from about forty feet, on sixteen I three putted from about thirty feet and on eighteen I three putted from about fifty feet.
The final blot on my copybook was a missed birdie putt from about six feet on nine (343m). And before anybody asks I was quite sure I was going to make it. Poor impact was the culprit as it was so often during the round.
The whole thing was quite strange. I haven't hit fourteen greens in regulation for quite a while. I haven't hit so many approaches so far from the pins for quite a while. I don't recall ever having five three putts in seven holes.
It's a bit hard to know what to think of my score of 78 against par 71. The most negative thing is that my blood sugar levels were way out of whack and much too high. My thinking on the way around seemed ok at the time but I did seem like I was in some sort of mental fog.
The most positive thing I can think is that my ball striking is coming along and I am confident I will break par some time in the next six moths or so. Onwards and upwards!