When I ran earlier this morning it was 40 degrees. Dressed in shorts under warm-up pants, gloves, t-shirt, a running jacket and knit cap it wasn’t too bad. It was, actually, nice.
Archery was another matter. It had warmed to 45 degrees. Again, not too bad. I was wearing a long sleeved t-shirt, jeans, boots, a sleeveless sweater, and baseball cap. It felt fine – for the first 21 arrows.
Actually, by arrow 9 I was noticing my hands were starting to get cold. My face was next. That was quickly followed by legs, arms, and torso. The wind picked up a little and convective heat loss began to generate a chatter of teeth.
When I began shooting I hit 10, 10, and a 9. Those scores remained unchanged for the first 5 ends at 18-meters. The sun was still low and trees were blocking any radiant heat gain it could have provided.
When I sunk two 8s into the target it seemed like a time to stop, go inside and thaw. No, be a man, shoot some more! I shot some more and ended the next two ends with 9,9,9 and 10, 9,9. That was man enough for me.
It will be warmer in a few hours. I’ll be back.