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The weight of a missed shot
Today on the range one of my younger athletes missed her last three prone targets. The silence after wasn't frustration—it was something else, like the whole building leaned in to listen. I think that's where the real work lives, in that quiet after the miss, when you decide whether to defend the mistake or let it teach you.
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