Last Saturday, I went paintballing for the first time.
I didn’t really know what to expect, aside from the fact that getting pelted by paintballs would really, really hurt. That’s what everyone’s reaction was when I told them of my Saturday afternoon plans. “Paintballing? Yeah, it’s fun, but man, that hurts!”
Not that I doubted that statement, but I can now confirm that yes, paintballing does hurt. However, it is also lots of fun and I had the most excellent time.
It was eye-opening to see how into paintballing some people are. There seems to be a whole paintballing culture that I was unaware of. My friends and I, for the most part, were either first-timers or had done it before but not anytime recently. At the location we went to, there were dads and uncles there with sons and nephews in tow of all ages. These men took their paintballing seriously! Even amongst my teammates, I felt rather intimidated, although most of them were quite friendly.
The best part was when I hid in a small hut for the majority of one of the rounds. I had an excellent vantage point and was (relatively) safely ensconced from enemy fire. However, someone snuck up on me and pointed his paintball gun in my face. My instinct, of course, was to scream and so I did as I held my hand up to declare myself as out and walked off the field. Later, I discovered that he wasn’t sure if I was a guy or a girl (I guess he didn’t notice my rainbow polka dotted rainboots) which is why he held off shooting directly at me, but when he heard my high-pitched scream he knew he wouldn’t be able to shoot me.
I’ve only got two bruises and a sore quad to show off as my paintball war wounds, which is far less than I expected as I bruise rather easily. I could say that’s because I’m excellent at paintball, but it’s really because I was just really good at hiding.