All my life I have competed in sports. Beyond high school athletes I’ve competed in cycling, running, duathlon, triathlon and now archery. One of the concerns I always had is showing up for an event and not having all my gear.
That happened to me once in cycling. At a race from Jacksonville, Florida to St. Augustine, Florida and back, around 80 miles, I discovered just prior to the race I’d forgotten my cycling shoes. This was in 1973 and we still raced using toe clips and straps (those cages on the bike pedal that you stuck your foot into and tightened it in place with a strap). Thanks to that pedal arrangement I was able to compete wearing my well-worn Converse All Stars. It rained for about 30 of the 80 miles and I recall water squishing out from a hole at top my shoe near the big toe on my right foot.
That is the only time I’ve forgotten gear needed for any competitive event. However, more than once I’ve forgotten something while rushing to a training session. I have forgotten my swim trucks (jammers) and had to skip swim training. I’ve forgotten my bike helmet and couldn’t ride (I don’t ride without one) and have shown up for a run without my running shoes.
Today, I drove from Hertford, NC to Easton, MD. That is a 5-hour drive. Before I left I made certain I had all my archery gear for a 3D tournament being held in Delaware this weekend. When I got to my house in Maryland I unloaded my bags. One of them contained my quiver and release. My bow and arrows were safely packed in the truck and not removed.
Once I checked on things at the house there was plenty of time to drive over to Schrader’s Outdoors in Henderson, Maryland and get an hour or two of practice on their three 3D range. It would mean another 35 minutes of driving each way, but it would be fun. I loaded River, my lab, back into my Ford F-150 and we once again hit the road.
When we got to the range, River was really excited. She knows the property, enjoys the 3D range and was eager for the opportunity to run around while I shot. We parked got out of the truck then walked to the clubhouse to check in for the range. After signing in we returned to the truck so I could collect my gear. That’s when I realized I’d left my quiver and release in the bag I’d unloaded back in Easton.
There was nothing to do other than hop back in to the pick-up and go home. River was almost as disappointed as me. This won’t be the last time it happens.