Call me Robin
So I have learned that when you fire a bow, the bowstring hits you in the forearm. Do it 60+ times in the course of an hour, and guess what happens? A BRUISE. The nice people at the archery club gave me an arm guard, but sadly it wasn't long enough for my forearm. Project for the week: quilted bracer.
May I recommend that everyone go try archery, should the opportunity arise? There is something incredibly soothing about fitting an arrow into a bow, drawing it, aiming, and releasing, and something very satisfying about the thunk of the arrow being embedded in the straw target. Seriously. TRY IT. It's really not as hard as it looks, either. Once you've been shown how to shoot correctly, it's just a matter of being consistent and letting the bow do the work.
I can't wait to go back next week, seriously.