It was a tough day and I didn't play that well. It was always going to be that type of day. I think the best player on the day won the tournament. I was just trying to hang in there for as long as possible.

It felt like a visit to the dentist's out there. But I persevered, and my short game got me out of trouble.

I was thinking on Wednesday perhaps I ought to go home, even though I knew what I was doing wrong.

In the back of my mind, when I was playing the eighth I was thinking of 62, which was my lowest round ever. But it was not to be.

From then on, it was a bit of a struggle.

I was pleased with that because I'm not going to hit a lot of fairways round here -- my driving stats prove that.

It now feels as though you'll hit left and there's out of bounds left here for eight holes. It's funny how it happens. One day I can't hit it, the next I'm leading the tournament.

If it was any other tournament and I hadn't shot 64 in the first round I might not be quite so determined. I don't want to give the trophy away too easily.

I've never really found my form this early in the season. That's a big thing as I'm trying to get into the top 64 in the world. I found my game last week and I came here with a bit more confidence. If I can shoot a low one, another 67 maybe, finish in the top three, possibly win it, it should move me up the world rankings.