One of my better nights ever at the archery range. In the last three months, after years of being stuck at about the same level, something has jarred loose, and my stance has stabilized, and the arrows are much, much more likely to go where I was pointing them. I think some of it might be the improved core and shoulder strength from climbing.
But I had two perfect seven-flight ends at 20 yards*--my first and my last--and that's never happened before, and it made me happy.
*perfect by my lame-ass standards, which is to say they were all in the yellows of a three-spot, though I only made 50% on the inner circle.