I am a happy bunny at the moment.....
As I sit here, in the dark early morning of a late January Sunday, I can say that I
am reasonably happy.
Is it all this nice winter weather that has added to my pleasant disposition?
NO
Is it my general health that makes me fill with the joys of the coming spring?
Well - NO again actually. If truth be told I have a runny nose, and the trapped nerve that I made mention off several weeks ago is, sad to say, still very much trapped, and more the uncomfortable for all that.
No, my present happiness is just due to a very good day yesterday. As I myself approach 41 on Tuesday, last night we had a bowling party for my daughters birthday and it all appeared to go very well (except for the bit where Liam got several extra ends of ten pin bowling when my own arm became to painful -
)
But part of my overall happiness, is the "leap" that seemed to take place yesterday when we went to our, now weekly, Archery session.
I know this sounds a little sad in some ways, but to me it was a major step forward. Steve, the club rep, had notice a slight defect in my technique. To cut a potential boring technique explanation short, he showed me the way in which you pull the bow string back to a position where the string sits in the dimple of your chin, with your "pulling finger" under your chin.
The difference this little change made?
The difference was quite amazing. It turned out to be the difference between maybe up to three or four Gold bulls-eyes in a two hour session, to three or four bull's in every set of six arrows (and that was five, six arrow sets at the end of the session).
The only thing is will it carry through to next week. At the minute I don't really care, I am just savouring the moment, and next week is next week.The bigger gain, for this week at least, is the fact that, for once, I beat our Liam, my Son. Unlike his “Old Old Dad” who was a more academic sort of person, Liam seems to have a natural aptitude for an assortment of sports, Archery included. he seemed to be able to pick up a bow, and then let off a flurry of arrows that would score pretty well, where as myself and laura (my little “baby” –
) would spend no little time walking passed the targets to pick up the arrows that missed.
But yesterday seemed to have changed that, and Liam was not that happy.