One of my goals this year is to become more active, so I joined our Wellness Center.
That gave me the opportunity to do something I’ve wanted to do since I was a kid: learn archery.
I remember reading a book my great-grandfather had, a version of the Robin Hood story. I don’t recall its title or author (Grandpa passed away when I was 8 years old, in 1983) or much else except its ending:
Maid Marian had died some time before, and Robin was dying (from age or a wound or a broken heart I can’t recall) too. He told his friends, “bury me where my arrow lands,” and fired an arrow into the sky.
The arrow landed in the ground right beside Marian’s grave.
That was simultaneously the greatest shot and the most romantic thing I had ever seen, heard, or read.
I think that’s when I started wanting to learn the bow.
Then, of course, I saw this gem:
… and I was even more hooked.
Anyway, that’s really my bullseye up there in the picture. It’s the only one out of probably 60 shots (and we won’t talk about how many missed the target altogether), but I’m proud of it.
I’m more proud of the way my shots improved over the course of the session. I’m learning!
Also, everybody in the class is super friendly and supportive. Thanks to Sarah for taking and emailing me the picture. I’d left my phone in my car.
And archery is a great workout for a beginner like me. Sure, I’m a bit sore from pulling back that bowstring so many times, but it’s nothing painful. It’s more like a reminder of the fun I had in archery class.
Jumping into something like Zumba or even yoga always made me feel ragged, discouraged, and occasionally even hurt. This, I think, was a much wiser choice. And besides: