A zen moment

Well, I did something new today! I guess that's one of the high points (and low points) of a new relationship. You do things you wouldn't usually do. This one worked out. Really well, actually.

I didn't even realize people still did this stuff. Okay, I suppose I must have heard about competitions, or something, but it never registered. I just thought ... kids playing cowboys and Indians, I guess. I know, not politically correct. I suppose kids today play elves and evil wizards. I understand Legolas caused a big jump in interest in the sport.

Okay, you must have guessed what I'm talking about now. Archery. Yeah, grown men and women standing around with bows, shooting arrows. I have to say, it's actually really really cool!

It's weird, because when ... my new significant other (heavy irony here; I hate this expression. Anyway, I don't think we've been going out long enough to be SOs) said she was into archery, I was ... a little startled. No, not because she's a girl, which was what she thought, too. I just didn't know anyone was into archery. Anyone grown, that is.

But I was wrong (he said magnanimously). I admit it freely. Standing there, pulling back this bowstring (and yeah, a lot harder than it looks, particularly when your role model is that Lord of the Rings super-archer elf), you feel ... cool. And the arrow thunks into the target, and you start to get this obsession about getting it into the bull, and you stand there, doing it over and over again, and when your girlfriend, who dragged you down there, finally manages to pull you away, you realize your arm's falling off, and a couple of hours have passed, and you have no idea where they've gone. The Zen of archery.

Must do it again.