Shooting in an archery competition, well that should be easy. During practice, shooting for a maximum of 300, I had an average of 293 with a range of 278 to 298. Shooting is a calm sport, so I thought. When I compare it to racing a kilometer on a Velodrome, competing in an Ironman, or running marathon archery was going to be a breeze.
As I took my place in my “box” on the line, there is no sweat from my warm up. There is no wetsuit squeezing me (and my bladder), no worry about getting kicked, pushed, crashing my bike, breaking a bone, or in some manner ending up in an emergency room.
I felt confident, relaxed, easy and somewhat certain in my preparation. The folks around me were not shaped like my frequent competition. For the most part they are not the lean whippet shapes of triathlon, marathons, and cycling event. Strikingly, archery is a quiet. Triathlons are not quiet. Marathons are not quiet. Prior to these races there are loud bands, someone blasting over a PA system. Friends and family are laughing, yelling, ringing bells, and blowing horns. Archers are quiet. Archery spectators speak low and whisper. I began to get nervous and there was no outlet.
My final score: 270. I could not get away from that range fast enough. I’d been smacked hard. There was a lot to learn. I was quiet.