I'm watching the Masters on the Sunday. A message pops up on my phone "Do you fancy a round tomorrow?". Unfortunately, after a weekend of juggling watching as much golf as possible and not neglecting my 2 children whilst solo parenting, I decline as I am working and wouldn't be able to make the tee time. 5 houra later, a new message saying "if we move the time back, can you make it?". The tee time is 40 minutes after I finish work and the course is 40 minutes away from work. It's too small of a window to make it with time to get there, get changed, loosen up and hit the putting green. But I'm going away to Turkey for a week's golfing holiday and have not played nearly enough golf to prepare so I stupidly agree. The next morning, I wake up with not nearly enough time to get to work on time and then I realise I haven't got ANYTHING ready for golf afterwards. I run around the house in a frenzy grabbing my bag, clothes and shoes, launch them into the boot of my car and head to work. At around lunchtime, I need to grab something from the car and something about my golf shoes looks off. Ah. That would be it. One is a golf shoe and one is a normal trainer. In a rush, I grabbed odd shoes (thankfully a left and a right!) 5 minutes before work finishes, I quickly change into my funky ensemble and shoot out the door. As timed, I roll into the car park as the 3 guys I'm playing with are walking to the first tee box. I jump out, run with my bag and get to the box a minute after our time, so just in time to be ready to tee off last. We are all having a laugh about my stupid clothing mishap and I say "you never know, if I play well today I may have to wear odd shoes from now on". We're on the 4th tee box letting a single play through and it starts to rain, it doesn't last long but we are graced with an extremely strong rainbow. 1 of my friends says "there's a hole in one at the end of that rainbow". I walk off the 4th green with a standard bogey and we make our way onto a short par 4 over water. Splosh! Splosh! 2 balls in the water but it didn't mean much so I just picked up for the hole and walked it with my group. The lads finish up and we make our way to the 6th tee box. At this point, we have a 3 ball playing the 5th and a 3 ball making their way onto the 4th green. The 6th runs back alongside the 5th fairway and the green is plonked right next to the 4th green. The other 3 tee off and then I'm up. I'm naturally playing a leftbto right so I line up just left or the flag and absolutely pure a 7 iron from 165 yards out. It holds my line and slow starts to fade back towards the flag. Looks to land about 2 feet left of the pin, takes one bounce and then spins hard right and straight into the hole. At this point, my group goes crazy, the group coming up the 5th go crazy, the lads now on the 4th green go crazy but I'm in absolute denial. "No, that's behind the pin. That's never gone in". Everyone is adamant but I can't allow myself to believe it for a second to then be disappointed. 1 of my group runs up ahead as I'm nervously laughing. Then the group on the green shout to us and I realise that I've actually done it. My Dad got a hole in one in 1987 when I was 4 years old. He's now 89 years old and a Prostate Cancer survivor. We played the Prostate Cancer UK 72 Hole challenge for charity and I happened to pick out my Prostate Cancer UK Titleist ball to hit that shot with, and it makes it feel a bit more like I've come full circle with showing my Dad. So, here I am, absolutely on Cloud 9, holding my Titleist Prostate Cancer UK ball next to the hole id just Aced, wearing odd shoes. And I couldn't be happier.