If you ever want to fully understand the concept of no effort, just go golfing with any decent-scoring senior citizen.
Yesterday, I was invited by two friends to join them in a charity tournament along with my father. Both men were in their 70s, and were former club champs.
"In the old days, I could reach this green with a driver and a six iron, now it takes me four good shots."
The result, however, was not so shabby. Four shots. One putt. And a par.
All the swings were effortless, down the fairway, and in a comfortable spot to set up the next shot.
Me, I crunched several balls. And it felt great. But I also had several moments where my control was lost, and the strokes began to add up.
"Just swing a touch slower," says the other friend.
And I did.
And, of course, it worked.