FMCK golf : between shots
Most players change when they walk. Faster after a mistake. Slower after a success. Heads down, shoulders up, commentary spilling out with each step. We do not walk that way. FMCK treats the walk between shots as part of the round. Not a pause. Not a reset. Just part of the rhythm that holds the rest.
The ruling out is reactive pacing. We do not rush to the next shot to escape the last one. We do not drag ourselves to the ball as punishment. We do not match our mood to our stride. The tempo stays fixed. What happened does not touch it.
Walking properly begins with what you carry. How the bag sits. Whether you shift the strap after a poor drive. Whether you tap the clubhead into the grass with extra weight. These are not adjustments. They are leakage. A steady walk does not leak.
The margin detail is grip on the handle. After a thin iron. After a missed read. After a double-crossed tee shot. Whether you hold the bag tighter. Whether the hand flexes, resets, repositions. A player who walks well after a mistake does not grip harder. They place their hand once and leave it.
Pacing is not discipline. It is preparation. The person who walks at one speed has already decided what kind of round they are having. It is not conditional on the last shot. It is not awaiting redemption. It has no momentum. It has posture.
This is not about calm. It is about continuity. Every player has a tempo. It should not fluctuate by outcome. Uphill or downhill. Par or double. The ground does not care. The next shot does not know.
We also do not narrate while walking. No self-correction out loud. No rehearsed regrets. No half-jokes to the group. When something needs to be adjusted, it will happen at setup. The walk is for returning to neutral, not for performance.
Another margin detail. Whether your eyes stay ahead. Most players look back at the fairway they just left. Or down at the ground. Or across to see how someone else is reacting. A good walk is eyes up, pace even, step steady. No scanning. No performing.
When walking is done properly, no one notices. There is no noise between shots. The group moves as one. The ball is met at the same speed, every time. There is no sense of collapse or correction. Just the next stroke, prepared for without commentary.
That is what walking well on a course feels like. Not calm. Not reset. Just the quiet proof that judgment hasn’t shifted, even when the shot has.