M is for Masochistic
Dishing out $40 for 3 hours of being a moving target sound like your idea of fun? How about welts the size of tennis balls and the color of Everlasting Gobstoppers? Yes, gentle readers, this is the sport they call "paintball." I have an interesting purple comet-shaped badge on my arm, with a red centre ringed by white. I'm most concerned about the one on my side, as it has ominous dark purple flecks. Oh, wait, I am forgetting the nice welt on my Adam's apple that reminds me of its presence every time I laugh, swallow, or breathe. I definitely got hit more than I hit others. I first drew blood on Peter, whom I apparently shot in the head (I thought I got him in the back, but hey, I guess I'm just that good). And Thai got the most disabling shot on me, bursting through the mask and filling my mouth with blue paint.
Later...
So, adding an extensive bike excursion to already sore quads equals feeling like one giant bruise. In fact, typing seems to be the only thing that doesn't hurt. Now I am going to go get ready for work. I wonder if I'll get holiday pay...
Later...
So, adding an extensive bike excursion to already sore quads equals feeling like one giant bruise. In fact, typing seems to be the only thing that doesn't hurt. Now I am going to go get ready for work. I wonder if I'll get holiday pay...