Weeks ago my arrows began landing all over the target. During the State 18-meter indoor championship I shot my lowest score ‘ever’ when scoring the inner 10 ring. In the USA Archery Indoor National Championship I earned my lowest score ever at that level of competition.
It all began at the State 25-meter championship. Throughout the tournament my groups expanded. From there it has been all downhill. Sort of reminds me of the recent drop in a coronavirus stock market retreat. Like the money that is sliding away from my retirement reserves – easy come easy go.
Unlike financial matters where all my eggs aren’t in one basket, in an archery tournament there aren’t any cushions. With a missed shot in archery there’s no coming back – those points are gone forever.
In an archery tournament, for example a 3-spot with a maximum score of 600 for a day, everyone starts out with 600 points. Each miss and points are lost. If an investor has 600 bucks in the stock market and it drops 3% that 600 bucks becomes 582 bucks. That investor might be able to wait a while and that 3% drop could become a 5% gain or up to 611 bucks. No such luck in archery.
Or you could consider everyone begins an archery tournament with zero points (which is how it is done) and the better capitalists on the line end up with more points. Those points are earned with a cool head and wise shot placement investments. In any of the scenarios my maximal yields have been hurting.
On the second day of the USA Indoor Nationals my score plummeted into the abyss and a crappy performance reigned supreme. Then, I felt a little something and thought “Oh?” It wasn’t quite clear what I felt hence the “Oh?’. Not pain, good Lord at 65 I don’t want an old geezer orthopedic collapse. The “Oh” was a general familiarization of malformed form. I couldn’t see it or identify the problem. But it was there.
I’d like to report that there was divine intervention and from the ‘Oh’ moment forward I landed all tens. Alas, that is a report I can’t honestly deliver.
The other day at practice “Big John” one of the coaches at Ace declared as I dropped another shot that it was, “A lazy old man shot.” Then Steve, another coach at ACE, a day or so later, pointed out the same error. Being a slow learner it has taken weeks to discover what that ‘Oh’ meant. Big John and Steve both recognized the error immediately. Now I know. I knew before. I did it anyway. Heck, if I’d been coaching me and not being me shooting I’d have seen it as well. What was happening in my head was not translating to my body.
I didn’t make the error as often while practicing today at Ace in Social Circle. Today the arrows landed mostly in the center of the target. I made a effort to listen and do what both coaches had offered. The practice ended up producing my 4th highest X count on a 5-spot. It felt good. Now, I just need to remember to do what the coaches have coached. Much easier said than done.