whiz
03-03-2008, 08:39 AM
Well, yesterday was a day that will remain in memory for some time...
After lying in bed listening to ABC news for an hour, I managed to realise that now I was too late to check to see that my significant other's horse had been fed.
So, a mach run to the club was in order.
Arrived in time to throw my bow together, decide what I was going to shoot, settle on shooting a non gender specific length challenged FITA because I still don't have any sight marks for 90m with the new riser..
(That's my excuse and I'm sticking to it.)
Managed then to realise that I'd lost my fingertab in time to hear it be announced that one had been found.
Things just got worse from then on. I don't know what happened to the first arrow at 70m. I think that it's still out there somewhere. At least I refletched some the night before so I had spares.
Finding that your form has degraded to the point where you can't figure out what is going on can be a puzzling experience. In the last few months I've started having trouble with all sorts of things.
And now I find that after having an extremely embarrassing 70 m score, I now have to bring the trusty Shibuya back to 60 metres.
I don't have any sight marks for 60 metres.... Doesn't 30, 50 and 70 cover everything except 90m?
Guesstimation can't really hurt my scores any more than my complete lack of technique at the moment. So why not?
At least I found the first 60m arrow.... eventually and didn't delay things too much.
Finding it was the high point of the day.
Things just managed to spiral downwards from mediocrity to looking for a sharp object with which to spill my intestines on the ground.
The thought of giving up had clouded my judgement a few times.
Unfortunately, I still have spare arrows and there are too many people who know I have a spare string, so chewing through mine at full draw will accomplish little other than making an interesting topic of conversation to scare new archers with. Current synthetics aren't affected by moisture, so my tears won't affect it either.
It's not quite hot enough for heatstroke and I'm not on call this weekend.
Maybe one of my legs will fall off if I wish hard enough.
Where is a meteor strike on my target butt when I want one?
Unfortunately, I've already made my opinion on quitting public.
Live by the forum post, die by the forum post.
So when you have revelations about what you're doing wrong in anything, the law is that you have to do it at least two thirds of the way through a procedure to prevent you recovering anything like a reasonable performance.
Shame MUST be allowed to prevail.
And so I twigged at 30m that I've been standing too straight and have reduced my string clearance, my shoulder is out which is making everything shake and arrows go everywhere and worst of all my anchor has crept to the side slightly and isn't coming up to my chin.
All of a sudden, I'm back to something approaching reasonable.
Today is a day that I haven't made a bet with either Semra or Alex(andra) and for that I'm extremely happy as by now I'd be wearing my pants on my head for quite some time.
At least they've both seen me shoot a lot better before this.
Highlight of the day was seeing Alex score 1198 for her very first competition.
So at least it was a good day for someone.
And I managed to get some good photos of Lexie for the Hoyt website....
After lying in bed listening to ABC news for an hour, I managed to realise that now I was too late to check to see that my significant other's horse had been fed.
So, a mach run to the club was in order.
Arrived in time to throw my bow together, decide what I was going to shoot, settle on shooting a non gender specific length challenged FITA because I still don't have any sight marks for 90m with the new riser..
(That's my excuse and I'm sticking to it.)
Managed then to realise that I'd lost my fingertab in time to hear it be announced that one had been found.
Things just got worse from then on. I don't know what happened to the first arrow at 70m. I think that it's still out there somewhere. At least I refletched some the night before so I had spares.
Finding that your form has degraded to the point where you can't figure out what is going on can be a puzzling experience. In the last few months I've started having trouble with all sorts of things.
And now I find that after having an extremely embarrassing 70 m score, I now have to bring the trusty Shibuya back to 60 metres.
I don't have any sight marks for 60 metres.... Doesn't 30, 50 and 70 cover everything except 90m?
Guesstimation can't really hurt my scores any more than my complete lack of technique at the moment. So why not?
At least I found the first 60m arrow.... eventually and didn't delay things too much.
Finding it was the high point of the day.
Things just managed to spiral downwards from mediocrity to looking for a sharp object with which to spill my intestines on the ground.
The thought of giving up had clouded my judgement a few times.
Unfortunately, I still have spare arrows and there are too many people who know I have a spare string, so chewing through mine at full draw will accomplish little other than making an interesting topic of conversation to scare new archers with. Current synthetics aren't affected by moisture, so my tears won't affect it either.
It's not quite hot enough for heatstroke and I'm not on call this weekend.
Maybe one of my legs will fall off if I wish hard enough.
Where is a meteor strike on my target butt when I want one?
Unfortunately, I've already made my opinion on quitting public.
Live by the forum post, die by the forum post.
So when you have revelations about what you're doing wrong in anything, the law is that you have to do it at least two thirds of the way through a procedure to prevent you recovering anything like a reasonable performance.
Shame MUST be allowed to prevail.
And so I twigged at 30m that I've been standing too straight and have reduced my string clearance, my shoulder is out which is making everything shake and arrows go everywhere and worst of all my anchor has crept to the side slightly and isn't coming up to my chin.
All of a sudden, I'm back to something approaching reasonable.
Today is a day that I haven't made a bet with either Semra or Alex(andra) and for that I'm extremely happy as by now I'd be wearing my pants on my head for quite some time.
At least they've both seen me shoot a lot better before this.
Highlight of the day was seeing Alex score 1198 for her very first competition.
So at least it was a good day for someone.
And I managed to get some good photos of Lexie for the Hoyt website....