Squeel like a pig. -OR- Success is the worst teacher.

I've had some shooting success lately in competition. And I was pretty vocal about it as well, prideful. Well we all know what comes after pride, the fall. And I got the smack down big time in Alabama this last weekend. Not quite Deliverance level but it felt like it in the moment and losing is very hard for me to accept.

And lose is what I did. I was 12th of the 14 experts and far off the front of the pack. The lower the score the better and my class winner had a 191. I shot a 260. Yeah.... Actually the top 5 in my expert division would have been on the podium in master, the highest skill classification. The stages were not super challenging but the guys shooting were shooting well. Very well.

So while I may occasionally be a big fish in the small shooting pond of San Diego, I now have a better idea of what it takes at a national level to be competitive. I feel like I was the best Lithuanian basketball player at the Olympics who then had to play the Dream Team.

More practice. More discipline. More refining. Less back patting. Less talking. Less travel across country, except for the National Championships which I get to apply to tomorrow!



*This was also my first trip being somewhat sponsored or supported. So the lack of results especially stung as I felt I had a duty or obligation to provide a result for the money being spent on me. Both from my family and my supporters. Again, just motivation to do better.

Action is the best response to misfortune!!
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