Paintballin'
Went paintballing today for the first time; man, I have a new-found appreciation for the troops we have deployed in the Middle East. Or just the military in general, not that I didn't appreciate them to begin with. O M G. Within 30 seconds on the field, I got one giant orange glob right between the eyes; I thought I was hiding pretty well too. In fact, out of maybe the 20 times I was hit in a 3 hour time span, 15 times were in the head or my face. Thank God for paintball masks. It's all fun and games until you realize that if this were REAL war, I'd be really dead 15 times already. Within 3 hours.
I had started wearing like 4 layers of sweaters upon jackets and 3 pairs of pants to cushion myself from the bullets, but as the day went on, it got way too hot to stand. Plus, I was barely getting grazed on my limbs; I was getting pummeled in the face and head. In fact, the only notable bruise on my body other than my head is on my left leg, which is changing colors like some sort of tropical animal. There was one bullet that missed the mask and slammed into the side of my forehead; what had started out as a welt is now a pretty painful greenish bump.
I think I did pretty well for a first-timer; I'll say this though, those paintballs really don't fly straight and very far. It would take me like 10 shots shooting at a stationary target before one would actually LAND on them. Also my mask kept fogging up; when there are paintballs flying around you every which-way, and you can't see anything except your own raspy breath condensing in your goggles, survival takes on a whole new meaning. It didn't hurt nearly as much as I thought it would when I was shot. I thought it would be excruciating, but I guess as long as you're not being shot point-blank, the pain is tolerable. Between paintball and snowboarding, I'd pick paintball any day.
The gun gets pretty friggin heavy after lugging it around for a while, and there some how never seems to be enough ammo. When regrouping, there were all these girls with canisters of full ammo, and I couldn't figure out what they were doing if they weren't firing at the enemy. I guess if you're hiding the entire time, you're not going to be shooting much. Also, if you're going to be hiding the whole time and not shooting, chances are you're not going to be hit either, which would explain why I was covered in paint and all these other girls were unscathed. I was a sweaty, oily mess by the end of the ordeal. I was covered in yellow and orange goop, my hair like it had been drenched in neon hairwax with pieces of purple and blue bullet shards, but I was loving every minute of it. I even joined in the last hurrah, which was where everyone who wasn't tired out scavenged all the ammo they had left and went head to head. It was AWESOME, even if I did get a few shots to the back of my head [ouch]....
I had started wearing like 4 layers of sweaters upon jackets and 3 pairs of pants to cushion myself from the bullets, but as the day went on, it got way too hot to stand. Plus, I was barely getting grazed on my limbs; I was getting pummeled in the face and head. In fact, the only notable bruise on my body other than my head is on my left leg, which is changing colors like some sort of tropical animal. There was one bullet that missed the mask and slammed into the side of my forehead; what had started out as a welt is now a pretty painful greenish bump.
I think I did pretty well for a first-timer; I'll say this though, those paintballs really don't fly straight and very far. It would take me like 10 shots shooting at a stationary target before one would actually LAND on them. Also my mask kept fogging up; when there are paintballs flying around you every which-way, and you can't see anything except your own raspy breath condensing in your goggles, survival takes on a whole new meaning. It didn't hurt nearly as much as I thought it would when I was shot. I thought it would be excruciating, but I guess as long as you're not being shot point-blank, the pain is tolerable. Between paintball and snowboarding, I'd pick paintball any day.
The gun gets pretty friggin heavy after lugging it around for a while, and there some how never seems to be enough ammo. When regrouping, there were all these girls with canisters of full ammo, and I couldn't figure out what they were doing if they weren't firing at the enemy. I guess if you're hiding the entire time, you're not going to be shooting much. Also, if you're going to be hiding the whole time and not shooting, chances are you're not going to be hit either, which would explain why I was covered in paint and all these other girls were unscathed. I was a sweaty, oily mess by the end of the ordeal. I was covered in yellow and orange goop, my hair like it had been drenched in neon hairwax with pieces of purple and blue bullet shards, but I was loving every minute of it. I even joined in the last hurrah, which was where everyone who wasn't tired out scavenged all the ammo they had left and went head to head. It was AWESOME, even if I did get a few shots to the back of my head [ouch]....
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