But no matter, I still love it.
Too bad I can only practice when I'm at my dad's. It'd definitely be a great catharsis for me. It feels great to pull back the string and let it loose and hearing a thunk as it hits the target. It's like I'm releasing my anger with the arrow.
Shut up. I don't see you being awesome at archery.
Of course, I'm not that awesome either. I just barely started yesterday, in fact. Right now I'm just trying to get my form down and trying not to kill all the nerves in my arm from getting hit so many times.
But even with all the pain, I absolutely love doing it. I get hurt, but I just pick the bow back up, grit my teeth through the blisters on my fingers and let it fly. And it's so worth it.
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