I have never been a sporty girl. This much should be obvious. When I finally got interested in sports, it was Tennis I navigated to - which, by the way, I contend is an excellent choice because it involves more physical dexterity, skill, and the supreme utilization of more muscles than all other major sports. Then I liked rugby - because its what sport is all about. The entire purpose of sports in society is to curb aggression. It gives people an outlet, especially men. Like playing at war without actually being at war. I, personally, think its part of our broken nature - not that sport is sinful or anything like that, but that perhaps if it had not been for the Fall, it would look a lot different, and be a lot less violent. Just a thought. But, rugby seemed to fulfill that purpose perfectly. And... ya know... it's British. :/ (And yes... I am this analytical about everything.)
But neither of those were things I could really do. Then came camp, summer of 2010... They taught us how to run archery, and very quickly and not so thoroughly mind you, because it's the least popular of all the recreation stations as camp, but it turned out to be my favorite. It was quieter at archery. Peaceful, and arrows flying is great for training the mind, as well as your arms and fingers, and it's just off-beat and smells of ancient forests and fairy tales. And then, there were the kids. Some kids would come, shoot six arrows (which was their per-turn-allotment) and then move on, and then there were the kids who stayed. I loved teaching them and joking with them, and getting to actually talk to them, and not having them hanging from ropes over me, or just ready to speed off into water. They hung out; they worked at something towards mastering, and they really enjoyed it. It's individual, and it was good for the soul. And so began my kindling of love for archery.
Over the past year, as I've been working (and helping plan two weddings... and teaching Sunday school... and trying to have fun every now and then) I have gotten into a routine of busyness. Oh, don't worry! I do Sabbath! But I find that when I have exhausted all acceptable TV programming on a Saturday afternoon, I get kinda sick and gross feeling because I have nothing to do. Now, I have some big plans for this summer - like buying a car, going to California, driving to the Panhandle, VBS, beach trips, and possibly moving) but they are not daily preoccupations... thus cue the perfect entrance for archery :D
I get paid on Friday, and after what is necessary is spent for Miranda's Bachelorette Party, I will be buying a recurve bow, some practice arrows, and setting up a hay-bail in the backyard.
Oh... and then... ya know...
Also, I am in serious need of the verb form of the primary action invoked when doing archery. Help?
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