Luxurious stretch
Apr. 22nd, 2003 04:32 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ysobelleMmmmmm....
He twists his shoulders when he draws, but he’s a great kisser. And since I’m fairly sure he’s intelligent enough to figure out I have a LiveJournal, I shall say no more.
Saturday was my first archery lesson. Yes, The Blond came with me. Yes, I beat the snot out of him. I cannot describe the rush. No, not in beating him—in the pull and the release, stretch of the muscles, the way it feels, the way it sounds. All of it. I found I did better when I concentrated on what was behind me—my elbow, shoulder, hips, neck. I don’t know any better way to say it. But I found when I took a moment to center on those things, my draw was deeper, and my arrow more true.
Wait a minute while I pause to mention how completely I get off on being able to say that.
Bernard paid me an immense compliment that I shall certainly be able to live on for quite some time. He came down to see how we were getting on, and I mentioned how I was learning to concentrate before releasing, and he nodded, pleased, and said, "Yeah, you got the mental down pretty good already." When we went up later to discuss further lessons, he added, "I don’t think you need another four lessons. You’ve got the basics already." This after a few minutes Thursday talking and five minutes with the empty bow in my hands. So we agreed on one hour-long lesson, after which I’ll buy a membership. My bow should be arriving from Atlanta some time soon, and I’ll buy my arrows once I know how it feels in my hands.
It’s the most unbelievable feeling. There’s never been something physical like this at which I’ve excelled, and though now I’m little more than a step above incompetent, I know I can improve. I know I can be good at this. And even if I’m sadly deluded, I know this is something I’m enjoying now even more than I thought I would. I kept the target, of course, in the hopes that one day I’ll look back at it and say, with a fond sigh, "Yeah, I really sucked then."
Girly digression: I got a Mary Kay Makeover tonight. I came home in GLITTERY LIP GLOSS. I am SUCH A GIRL! On the flip side, I still haven’t heard from L, so I decided I’d had enough, scanned in the last of my sketches, and emailed them to him as an immense file it’ll probably take him forever to download. The show opens in four days—for Christ’s sake, if he doesn’t have the dyework done by now, he’s an idiot anyway, but I’m not going to have it said I sulked too much to send them. It’s going to be torture to watch all the posting-flurries build up the next two weekends. I really do NOT want to know how it’s going. I wish all my friends well, but I just wish…bah, humbug. Enough of that. I bought "Prince of Egypt" last night with Leah—how fitting for Passover. (We also went for sushi at what used to be Genji II and is now Nara—the décor’s the same, and just like the last time I was there, two booths and sixteen years away, I inadvertently broke Passover. Damned tempura rolls!) Whiny cynical critics to the side, it’s got some wonderful songs, and it made me cry. Halfway through it, I realised I was looking at the story of my uncountably-many-times-over-Great Uncle and Aunt and Grandfather and Grandmother. I do wish that whole genetics issue hadn’t popped into my head the other day, but oh well: I know what I am.
Actually, what I am now is tired, so enough. I am away.
He twists his shoulders when he draws, but he’s a great kisser. And since I’m fairly sure he’s intelligent enough to figure out I have a LiveJournal, I shall say no more.
Saturday was my first archery lesson. Yes, The Blond came with me. Yes, I beat the snot out of him. I cannot describe the rush. No, not in beating him—in the pull and the release, stretch of the muscles, the way it feels, the way it sounds. All of it. I found I did better when I concentrated on what was behind me—my elbow, shoulder, hips, neck. I don’t know any better way to say it. But I found when I took a moment to center on those things, my draw was deeper, and my arrow more true.
Wait a minute while I pause to mention how completely I get off on being able to say that.
Bernard paid me an immense compliment that I shall certainly be able to live on for quite some time. He came down to see how we were getting on, and I mentioned how I was learning to concentrate before releasing, and he nodded, pleased, and said, "Yeah, you got the mental down pretty good already." When we went up later to discuss further lessons, he added, "I don’t think you need another four lessons. You’ve got the basics already." This after a few minutes Thursday talking and five minutes with the empty bow in my hands. So we agreed on one hour-long lesson, after which I’ll buy a membership. My bow should be arriving from Atlanta some time soon, and I’ll buy my arrows once I know how it feels in my hands.
It’s the most unbelievable feeling. There’s never been something physical like this at which I’ve excelled, and though now I’m little more than a step above incompetent, I know I can improve. I know I can be good at this. And even if I’m sadly deluded, I know this is something I’m enjoying now even more than I thought I would. I kept the target, of course, in the hopes that one day I’ll look back at it and say, with a fond sigh, "Yeah, I really sucked then."
Girly digression: I got a Mary Kay Makeover tonight. I came home in GLITTERY LIP GLOSS. I am SUCH A GIRL! On the flip side, I still haven’t heard from L, so I decided I’d had enough, scanned in the last of my sketches, and emailed them to him as an immense file it’ll probably take him forever to download. The show opens in four days—for Christ’s sake, if he doesn’t have the dyework done by now, he’s an idiot anyway, but I’m not going to have it said I sulked too much to send them. It’s going to be torture to watch all the posting-flurries build up the next two weekends. I really do NOT want to know how it’s going. I wish all my friends well, but I just wish…bah, humbug. Enough of that. I bought "Prince of Egypt" last night with Leah—how fitting for Passover. (We also went for sushi at what used to be Genji II and is now Nara—the décor’s the same, and just like the last time I was there, two booths and sixteen years away, I inadvertently broke Passover. Damned tempura rolls!) Whiny cynical critics to the side, it’s got some wonderful songs, and it made me cry. Halfway through it, I realised I was looking at the story of my uncountably-many-times-over-Great Uncle and Aunt and Grandfather and Grandmother. I do wish that whole genetics issue hadn’t popped into my head the other day, but oh well: I know what I am.
Actually, what I am now is tired, so enough. I am away.
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i challenge you!
Date: 2003-04-22 06:28 am (UTC)Re: i challenge you!
Date: 2003-04-22 11:35 pm (UTC)Pizza afterwards at sundown.
I shall look forward to the evening.
dead veet
kc
Re: dead veet
Date: 2003-04-23 09:15 am (UTC)I already had a chat with your arrows, boy. We're old friends. Good luck.