Bruised, sore, and content...
After a shameful defeat in paint-ball yesterday, we went out on the lake. It was just what the doctor ordered...I do have a great group of friends.
My combat skills leave much to be desired, it seems. Instead of shooting the paint-ball gun in my hand, it makes more sense, in my brain anyway, to run at the person and tackle them as they continue to shoot rounds at me. Layers of clothing, that was a great idea. However, everytime we (and by we, I mean, the only 2 girls, who never played paint-ball war before, and who were on the same team...*brilliant*) would get shot, we could pull off the shirt, and no one ever knew. Gayle actually bled from one of her hits, I wasn't quite that lucky. It was a great afternoon, though, and that's all that matters.
So, after a few hours of down time, I headed out, with my warrior friends, to the lake. Within the security of their company, my mind and mouth began to ponder the questions that lie within me. Is it possible to live a passionate life with minimal conflict? Why is it my heart always wants something different than what I tell it to want? AND why are things, never as they seem? Very vague but specific issues to which I would have happily drowned in a pool of alcohol, but alas, I must remain sober. BLAH!
Sobriety came in handy, getting pulled over twice on the way back into town, though. Lots of cops out this holiday weekend, drink smart, my friends. And if you do get pulled over, remind the people you are driving home, to NOT ask the cop if they want a beer! *giggle*
In a few hours, the sun will come up, and greet a new day. I'm setting the alarm to head out for a run. Whether I'll actually follow through, remains to be seen. My mind craves the peaceful contentment that only comes from the fresh morning air, hitting my face, my body craves a break. We'll see who will win.
After a shameful defeat in paint-ball yesterday, we went out on the lake. It was just what the doctor ordered...I do have a great group of friends.
My combat skills leave much to be desired, it seems. Instead of shooting the paint-ball gun in my hand, it makes more sense, in my brain anyway, to run at the person and tackle them as they continue to shoot rounds at me. Layers of clothing, that was a great idea. However, everytime we (and by we, I mean, the only 2 girls, who never played paint-ball war before, and who were on the same team...*brilliant*) would get shot, we could pull off the shirt, and no one ever knew. Gayle actually bled from one of her hits, I wasn't quite that lucky. It was a great afternoon, though, and that's all that matters.
So, after a few hours of down time, I headed out, with my warrior friends, to the lake. Within the security of their company, my mind and mouth began to ponder the questions that lie within me. Is it possible to live a passionate life with minimal conflict? Why is it my heart always wants something different than what I tell it to want? AND why are things, never as they seem? Very vague but specific issues to which I would have happily drowned in a pool of alcohol, but alas, I must remain sober. BLAH!
Sobriety came in handy, getting pulled over twice on the way back into town, though. Lots of cops out this holiday weekend, drink smart, my friends. And if you do get pulled over, remind the people you are driving home, to NOT ask the cop if they want a beer! *giggle*
In a few hours, the sun will come up, and greet a new day. I'm setting the alarm to head out for a run. Whether I'll actually follow through, remains to be seen. My mind craves the peaceful contentment that only comes from the fresh morning air, hitting my face, my body craves a break. We'll see who will win.
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Hope you're having a great day.
[Edited on May 31, 2004 4:31PM]