It wasn’t horribly cold this morning. The temperature was in the low 40s. It wasn’t bad during my morning run. I didn’t even notice the wind during the run. Archery was another matter.
Heading out to the range to practice 25 meters I needed to make an about face. The apparel I was wearing for practice was inadequate for the temperature. The more I wear the warmer. The down side is the bulky warmth inhibits accuracy when shooting.
Even with the extra layers for protection against the cold the wind seemed to breeze right through. After 30 arrows I was miserable. In addition to being cold the down filled puffy outer vest was snagging my bowstring. The cold and wind were only adding insult to injury when considering the frustration of warmth versus satisfying shots.
Today’s practice was supposed to be a 25-meter tournament game. That is a game where I work to duplicate the timing of a tournament. As such, I was shooting a vertical 3-spot the same size as those for a 25-meter event.
By the time I’d competed my ‘warm-up’ shots it was clear I wasn’t warm. Nevertheless, the show was going on.
My first three arrows were a 9, 7, and then 6. I recognized the problem with the puffy vest and tried to compensate. The next three shots, 10, 10, and a 7. Then, 10, 9, 9. Those were followed by a 10, 10, 9.
With only four ends completed it was apparent today wasn’t going to be a highlight of my week’s work. The colder I got the less accurate I became.
The wind didn’t ease throughout the practice. I because less careful with the puffy vest. In fact, my goal for the practice changed.
Initially, I head in mind a specific goal of every arrow in the yellow. The colder I became the more relaxed the goal – eventually, don’t miss the target face seemed enough. At both levels, I failed.
It was a miserable 516 kind of day.