Thursday, January 13, 2011
A New Love
That morning I was quite nervous. I kept imaging awful scenarios; what if I have to use the bathroom, I'm going to fall and break an arm, what if I get hit and cry!
The first game I was suppose to defend my team's "flag". I thought I picked a good hiding spot but I felt silly sitting there waiting. After a few minutes I could hear guns going off and decided I should move around a bit. I never saw anyone to shoot at and no one saw me either. That was a bit of a let down.
The next few rounds got much better. I must say I enjoyed shooting that gun at someone immensely. I did get shot twice, once in the shoulder and another on the top of my head. It did sting. But I got two people too! One was on the other team but sadly and most embarrassingly the other was one of my own team members. I understand the term "friendly fire" now.
I can also understand how my husband can talk about a morning of paintball for days. My legs are no longer sore and I'm excited to get to go again! The above suit would really come in handy.