I have another "first" to add to the list.
If you remember, last weekend's firsts were snowshoeing and karaoke.
Paint-balling. No joke.
The last and only time that I've ever shot a gun was back in October 2010. I told you all about it HERE.
Luckily, I purposely did not look up "paintball" on YouTube before I went. Because I would have probably talked myself out of going.
|Aren't we bad ass?|
|Baggy clothes. Not a good look for me.|
What did I learn?
I'm a hider.
I now realize that my hide-n-seek skills that I perfected so many years ago has finally paid off.
I would get myself into a nice little hiding place and then peek out occasionally and shoot the other team. If you get hit, you're "out" and have to leave the game. Most of the games we played, I would usually be the last one left. I did get hit twice. Once on the head (OUCH!) and the shoulder.
Will I do it again? Probably not. Call me sexist, but I'll leave this one for the guys.