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Bruised and bloodied
Tournament report: 123rd National Target Championships
Double FITA + ORs
This tournament was huge. There were well over 400 archers there, and you just have to look at the name to figure out why. I'd had some internal arguments about whether it was out of my league or not, but "what the hell" won out and here I am. Surrounded by big names, a few blocks from the Olympic Training Center (strangely, not the one that does archery), my only goal was not to make a fool of myself. Unfortunately, I peaked on Wednesday (day 2 of 5) and delivered only mediocre performance otherwise. An acceptable (for me) first FITA of 1117 was followed by a meltdown in the long distances (dammit I need to learn to cope with wind) and a second FITA of 1044, my worst all year. That left me with an 88th seed in the elimination rounds - thankfully, they'd opened up to include all archers, instead of the top 64 - and a first-round no-show got me to the second round. Mentally I was in the right place, but the middle finger of my left hand was quickly starting to develop a nasty blister, and covering it with athletic tape only helped so much. A decent group on the first end was sadly followed by five sevens, so I packed up.
I don't feel bad. By the time I'd left, the guy who beat me - one of the Olympic Training Center's resident athletes - was being eliminated in the 1/8th finals.
So, a week before classes. I hope to do as little as possible.
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Double FITA + ORs
This tournament was huge. There were well over 400 archers there, and you just have to look at the name to figure out why. I'd had some internal arguments about whether it was out of my league or not, but "what the hell" won out and here I am. Surrounded by big names, a few blocks from the Olympic Training Center (strangely, not the one that does archery), my only goal was not to make a fool of myself. Unfortunately, I peaked on Wednesday (day 2 of 5) and delivered only mediocre performance otherwise. An acceptable (for me) first FITA of 1117 was followed by a meltdown in the long distances (dammit I need to learn to cope with wind) and a second FITA of 1044, my worst all year. That left me with an 88th seed in the elimination rounds - thankfully, they'd opened up to include all archers, instead of the top 64 - and a first-round no-show got me to the second round. Mentally I was in the right place, but the middle finger of my left hand was quickly starting to develop a nasty blister, and covering it with athletic tape only helped so much. A decent group on the first end was sadly followed by five sevens, so I packed up.
I don't feel bad. By the time I'd left, the guy who beat me - one of the Olympic Training Center's resident athletes - was being eliminated in the 1/8th finals.
So, a week before classes. I hope to do as little as possible.
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