Sometimes I feel a tad awkward when I talk in 3rd person like that. Whateva.
So last night we went paintballing. I'd say there were around 20 people that showed up! Holy friggin smokes. I knew like...3 people I think sooooo it was a little nerve wracking.
The whole way up I had this anxiety filled chest where my heart would start beating fast, and my stomach would hurt and I'd scrunch my face in a worried fashion and seriously wonder why I agreed to do this. I'm not joking. I was SCARED OUT OF MY MIND. Yeah- I understand that people don't typically die from paintballing, but it's just this thing...I have to talk myself through things. Like, when I go to the lake, and it's so FREAKING COLD, I have to tell myself that I really won't die if I get in. I'm not joking. I tell myself this because for some reason, my body thinks it will die if it goes UNDER the freezing cold water.
Back to the paintballing. I was in the process of talking myself up and starting to feel good about it. Cause I mean...as I was talking myself up (in my head), Clay was talking me up out loud. He'd say things like, "Hey- just remember to be really quiet, and your ears are your biggest tool, and just shoot a BUNCH of times..not just once because you probably will miss with just one shot...if they are running shoot ahead of them...if you're running they are less likely to hit you...just stick with me and you'll be fine...It really doesn't hurt anyway...you'll be fine" tip after tip after tip. I was almost stressed because of the OVERLOAD of info he was giving me. But it was nice- he was lookin out for me:)
We get there- to this ISLAND. Yeah. An island. And Clay carries me across because there's no bridge. Thank goodness for Clay! He unfortunately got quite wet, along with the other men. We get across to the island and there are GUNS EVERYWHERE! Granted, they are paintball guns...but it was still a scary site for a lil Oregonion wussy girl (me). Everyone was in camo or black or green (myself included) and no one looked near as scared as me. Or even scared at all. If they were, they hid it very well.
The games finally start and it's basically like...two teams, shoot eachother till a whole team is out. I follow Clay and this is where it all begins. Crouching and hiding. I tell you- I was bored out of my ever loving MIND! The majority of the 3 hours of games...I just crouched, and moved, and crouched, and moved, and crouched, and moved, and crouched and...you get the picture. Clay DID say that this was not the most exciting game he's ever played. I guess he is used to more action and people taking more chances...there wasn't too much of that this time...so I think he wishes I coulda seen that more.
The most exciting part of the night was when we played President. How it goes is, there are two teams. One team has the President and the rest of the team is the President's bodyguard. The President doesn't get a gun, and the bodyguards are in charge of getting the president to their home base. In order for the other team to win is they have to hit the president in the chest, or the back. So you know- I volunteered to be President cause it really is not likely you get hit. It was kinda fun for me cause I had all these people trying to protect me. So all of a sudden, as I was crawling under a bush, following these guys out of our hiding spot- I get this image of Princess Leah, and Luke, and Han Solo, running from crazy bad guys. Then I felt kinda like a princess. I'm not even joking. So as I'm decked out in baggy camo in a foresty island, crouching in bushes, I am seeing this whole different scenario where I am a princess being saved by valiant men. It made the whole experience a lot better. Thank GOODNESS, they got the princess to her castle (aka. Got the President to Home Base). I was safe.
I got hit 4 times. Once in the leg, and it didn't break. Once in the shoulder, and it didn't break. Once on my other shoulder and it didn't break. Once in the arm and it broke. The one shoulder- HURTS! I woke up in the night cause it hurt when it got rubbed. But the other ones don't hurt at all now. They just stung for a minute right after I got shot. hahaha. I GOT SHOT! Yikes.
Overall, I decided...I'm not so much of a painballin kinda girl. I think I'll leave it to those valiant men. I woke up this morning EXAUSTED, sore, and kinda ticked. I mean- I spent a whole night crouching and crawling, which if you think about it- kinda means I spent the whole night doing squats or played target for some man to shoot at.
Lastly- I NEVER EVEN FREAKING SHOT MY GUN! ughhhhhhhhh. As Clay put it on the drive home, "We didn't go through many paintballs. Thanks to my conservative shot here:)". hahaha. Conservative Shot. I like that:) The thing about it is, I never saw anyone until they shot me. Then I saw them. So it was like...too late. Ya know?
So that's my take on paintballing. I'm glad I went though. It was fun to get dressed up in Camo and Clay tell me I look good and...well...it was good to try it out ya know? Like- I've never been and always wondered if I'd be an amazing paintballer. I always wonder that if I've never tried something. I'm like- I've never tried snowboarding...I probably should cause what if that's my life calling? Clay thinks I need to try it again. I'm not so sure. We'll see after it's been a while and my legs don't feel like I've been on a 10k marathon and my shoulder has healed. I might go...offer to be princess again:)