And when I had to use the bright pink renter bows usually reserved for kids.
And when a nine-year-old girl showed up with her own emeffing quiver and bow and shot five arrows into the bullseye while I fumbled around with sighting and finger placement.
And when I thwacked my inner arm three times resulting in some pretty impressive welts and bruises.Ah, well. That’s what this whole post series is about, right? Trying new things and being comfortable with mediocrity?
And really, I did have a good time. It’s hard to overemphasize how gratifying it feels to release that string and the pleasing sound of the arrow ‘thwumping’ through the paper target and into the Styrofoam backing. It feels good to use new muscles and feel stiff with effort. And there’s even kind of fun to shrug and say “I have no idea what I’m doing; I’ve never done this before” when someone corrects your form.
Did you hear that? That’s the sound of me being okay with being mediocre! Or bad even!
Have you ever shot a bow? Would you?