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Tournament Report
Pacific Coast Championship 2007: Single FITA
On a bright enough day, the sun shines on the targets so strongly that you step off the line, close your eyes, and still see rows of circles. When you're really in the zone, you can see the echo of your sight and your bow as well, and the whole picture pulses and flashes with every sound you hear.
I hit that stride after lunch on Sunday, despite some unwelcome (but not unexpected) protests from my muscles.
It was one bright spot in an otherwise mediocre weekend. I've had few to no chances to practice outside, and especially my long distances are distressingly weak. I was also sleeping on the floor at night, which was allegedly not much different from the beds, but couldn't have been good for my hips and shoulders.
i need to shoot more, I need to turn up my draw weight another five pounds, and I need to very much build up my general strength and endurance. Even as I fell into the right mental space, each shot was a strain, pulled through on sheer willpower and stubbornness. More than once I was only saved by my new ability to recognize a bad shot setup, and my willingness to let it down and start over. This kepy me on the line until the yellow light more than once, but time has never been an issue yet and I'm not worried.
I'm holding off on talk about results until official standings are released, later this week. There was some confusion about who belonged in what divisions, and people that nobody'd heard of and didn't show up for awards. Suffice it to say that I'm suddenly much more interested in the Desert Open, less than two weeks away.
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On a bright enough day, the sun shines on the targets so strongly that you step off the line, close your eyes, and still see rows of circles. When you're really in the zone, you can see the echo of your sight and your bow as well, and the whole picture pulses and flashes with every sound you hear.
I hit that stride after lunch on Sunday, despite some unwelcome (but not unexpected) protests from my muscles.
It was one bright spot in an otherwise mediocre weekend. I've had few to no chances to practice outside, and especially my long distances are distressingly weak. I was also sleeping on the floor at night, which was allegedly not much different from the beds, but couldn't have been good for my hips and shoulders.
i need to shoot more, I need to turn up my draw weight another five pounds, and I need to very much build up my general strength and endurance. Even as I fell into the right mental space, each shot was a strain, pulled through on sheer willpower and stubbornness. More than once I was only saved by my new ability to recognize a bad shot setup, and my willingness to let it down and start over. This kepy me on the line until the yellow light more than once, but time has never been an issue yet and I'm not worried.
I'm holding off on talk about results until official standings are released, later this week. There was some confusion about who belonged in what divisions, and people that nobody'd heard of and didn't show up for awards. Suffice it to say that I'm suddenly much more interested in the Desert Open, less than two weeks away.
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