Last week Ashley & I were invited to join my uncle and some of his coworkers and their guests to spend Sunday paintballing. We excitedly took the invitation since we had never gone paintballing before (though we were invited by someone else before, the event was cancelled shortly before happening).
Sunday arrived and started off quite strangely. We were asked to arrive at SC Village at 7am to ensure we had enough time to meet, register and gear up as a group. However, despite sunny skies and warm temperatures all week, Sunday morning was met with thunderstorms and rain. When we opened our garage to drive out, Ashley & I both looked at the ground and sky with a puzzled look. Regardless, we pressed on, and after a small hiccup, made it to our destination and met with a few members of the group we were going to be with including my uncle.
While we waited for the other members of our group, the present members (including ourselves) were beginning to worry about the weather being an issue while we played. It had been raining off-and-on for the last couple hours, and even if it stopped raining, when the sun came out it would be hot and very humid. But our excitement obliterated any doubt and we continued to prepare for the day (which we found out that we were severely lacking in the "preparation" department since we weren't aware of what to bring other than some water and Gatorades and a change of clothes).
After what seemed like forever, we finally had our entire group together and geared up for our first game. We quickly found out the benefit of a) having anti-fog face masks, and b) wearing contacts instead of glasses as many of us had issues in the first couple games being able to see anything because the rain created conditions that caused our face masks to fog up to the point we couldn't see but a few feet in front of us. I found out the hard way when I could not see a log in front of me as I moved up behind a set of sandbags and tripped on it, landing and slightly tweaking my wrist (the one holding the gun) in a puddle of mud. We pressed on regardless and still managed to have fun running and playing in the mud.
After about 4 or 5 games, the sun started to come out, but we were already starting to wear down. The humidity was making it very difficult for us to breathe, and as a result we were getting worn out faster. Now, I should make the distinction that despite the fact we were getting worn out, we were still having fun. It was also about this time (around noon), that the sun began to come out and, with the rain having stopped completely about an hour before, the humidity began to get worse and worse as the temperature rose very quickly. After a brief lunch, some of our group began to fall out, unable to continue. Some of us, including myself, pressed on despite the battering the sun put on our bodies and the humidity stealing our precious breath during the heat of battle. We continued like this for another couple games until we finally decided that we would have 1 last game, as the last of us standing began to hit our limits.
At the end of the day (4pm), we were all thoroughly spent, and packed up quickly to head home and relax/sleep. The entire group agreed that we had a great time and resolved to have another get-together to play sometime in the near future (especially when its cooler so we didn't feel like we were actually playing in the Middle East). When Ashley & I got home we assessed our damages, but we found that she had the worst welts whereas I had nearly nothing (though I did get hit a few times on my hand, knees, arms and lower stomach but nothing that left any really bad welts). We both laughed our injuries off, saying that it was just a consequence of having lots of fun. We both agreed that we probably were masochists for having so much fun despite having these welts.