Since, polishing off the turkey, surviving the Boxing Day havoc, I began to clear the presents under the tree. and making room in the cupboard for my new dish set. As I did this, I glanced to discover my lonely shooting range gift certificate, and glanced at my husband nestled on the couch.
Perhaps, today would be a good day to fire off some guns? We had a free babysitter, we had nothing to do, and I thought what the heck this is my chance to fire off a gun. So, I put on my favorite leather jacket, mustered my best cocky attitude, and grabbed Mr. MBA off the coach.
“That’s it! We’re going to the shooting range!”
“Put on your shoes! We’re going now!”
It was that one impulsive moment that gave the energy to muster enough courage to go and attempt to fire a gun. It was only thirty minutes later that I walked into the shooting range amazed and nervous. My cocky attitude disappeared as I realized I was about to fire off a gun. We signed our waiver, put on our goggles, headset, and walked into the range.
At first, I was dumbfounded, I thought like the movies we would each have our own room. But no, it was wide open. I thought oh crap! What if some crazy person just starts randomly firing, but then I saw each of the range officers had their own gun. I felt mildly safer, assessed the other shooters, and thought if one of them decided to go commando, I would just hit the ground, and play dead.
The range officer called us forward, hung our targets, and explained how to use the 9mm. I looked at the Range Officer as if he was speaking tongues, my heart began to beat fast, and I was wondering if I would chicken out? Mr. MBA went trigger happy like a little kid who just bought a bag of penny-cent candy. I looked at the range officer, stalling, I asked,”Ummm…Could you explain that, again?”
He looked at my pale face, and calmly said, “ How about I just walk you through it?”
And with that he talked me step by step, through shooting my first hand gun. The moment I fired was surprised by myself, the power of the gun, the sound, and the fact that I actually hit the target. I was anxiously pleased with myself and unsure if it was me that actually just shot a gun.
I shot three rounds of the 9mm. And thought to myself “ I actually did it! I did it! I fired a gun!”
I always thought the shooting range was for testosterone pumped men. Not me? But I did it! And It was fun!
It was that exhilarating moment at the shooting range, I realized I needed to step more out of my usual routine. And decided this New Year’s, I ‘m not doing the typical resolution list that I never follow through on.
I know 2011 will be about stepping out of my comfort zone, and attempting to try more new things. You never know what to expect until you do it, whether it be the good, the bad, or the ugly!
Hello 2011 may you be as fun as 2010! Just to let you know - I’m going forward and never looking back! Let the Good Times Roll! Kapow!