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Physical self-consciousness
Back when I was a wee lad, my dad got an exercise machine to but in our basement. It mostly just sat there collecting dust, even though he spent several hours (over the course of a few years) trying to get the three men in the family (including himself) to make a habit out of using it. Needless to say, none of us ever did, but I distinctly remember that I had significantly better lower body strength than upper. I could do probably twice to three times as much weight on leg lifts than I could basically anywhere else.
Tonight, I went down to my complex's (complice's?) Fitness Center to poke around, after a good experience with a free day pass to The Front on Monday. After discovering that no, treadmills don't like me, and I don't exactly have a runner's aerobic endurance, I threw myself upon the mercy of themodern torture device weight machine.
Funny how things change. Either this machine's weights were inaccurate, or my father's machine's weights were innacurate (neither possibility one I'd discount), or I've managed to lose leg strength since I was eleven years old. That's right, my lazy-ass prepubescent self may have had better legs than my current self that walks nearly two miles each day.
Or maybe I'm just misremembering.
In any case, it's time for me to lock down the things I need to focus on for the weekend. If I can keep myself from getting sloppy, and shoot at peak performance all weekend, I'll be looking at a placement that people will notice. To that end, I have a list.
For those in the area that think of archery as a spectator sport, Salt Lake Archery is at 1130 E. Wilmington, across from the Wild Oats in Sugarhouse. Scoring starts at 2:00 Saturday and Sunday, and will probably go until 5 or 6; I'll probably be there by 12:30 or 1:00.
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Tonight, I went down to my complex's (complice's?) Fitness Center to poke around, after a good experience with a free day pass to The Front on Monday. After discovering that no, treadmills don't like me, and I don't exactly have a runner's aerobic endurance, I threw myself upon the mercy of the
Funny how things change. Either this machine's weights were inaccurate, or my father's machine's weights were innacurate (neither possibility one I'd discount), or I've managed to lose leg strength since I was eleven years old. That's right, my lazy-ass prepubescent self may have had better legs than my current self that walks nearly two miles each day.
Or maybe I'm just misremembering.
In any case, it's time for me to lock down the things I need to focus on for the weekend. If I can keep myself from getting sloppy, and shoot at peak performance all weekend, I'll be looking at a placement that people will notice. To that end, I have a list.
- Breathing. Long, deep, and steady - in as I lift the bow, out as I draw.
- Posture. Keep my chest straight, and my shoulders directly above my hips. The more I drift left, the uglier things get.
- Balance. My feet should be supporting equal weight.
- Correct muscle use. If I feel the pull in my back at full draw, my release will be straight and clean and my hand will go toward my ear instead of my collarbone.
For those in the area that think of archery as a spectator sport, Salt Lake Archery is at 1130 E. Wilmington, across from the Wild Oats in Sugarhouse. Scoring starts at 2:00 Saturday and Sunday, and will probably go until 5 or 6; I'll probably be there by 12:30 or 1:00.
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