200 Arrows

I shot another 100 arrows today. I am desperate for my body to adjust to shooting this much at this weight. I feel like my arm is going to fall off.

In lieu of having little more to do than complain about how my entire right arm feels ready to fall off-I thought I’d take the time to just talk about Archery in general and how it has helped me.

As I’ve mentioned before, I started shooting years ago. It wasn’t about my form or my ability to compete then. It was just something I did in the backyard when the weather was nice.

It’s impossible to not calm down and forget the outside world when you’re shooting. Your breathing is forcibly controlled-honestly, sometimes I feel like I’m having out of body experiences when I’m shooting. On any given day, I can spontaneously hyperventilate, raise my blood pressure to the point of possibly having a stroke (because of the panic disorder), and pass out, but not when I’m shooting.

When I’m shooting it’s just me, my equipment, and the target. Sometimes the target isn’t even involved. It’s just something 18mm-30mm away from me that’s catching my arrows so that I don’t have to go hiking in the woods.

When I’m shooting, nothing else matters. It’s not just that shooting helps me to push it away but I have to. Archery isn’t a sport about who’s the most accurate; it’s a sport about who can care less for longer. If you get happy about your last shot then you aren’t focusing and you’ll miss. If you get mad about your last shot then you aren’t focusing and you’ll miss. If you don’t care where it went then you can focus on your form-and you get it to go where you want it to go.

It’s empowering to feel so in control of everything.

Advertisements