It's about living in the moment..



It's like the moment when you are on the firing line, you look down at your fingers on the bowstring, ensuring the nock sits properly in between your fingers then you lift the bow up and begin the sequence of drawing the bow. And then the whole world suddenly shuts off and everything becomes silent. And as you look at the target down the range, your arms, your back, your body subconsciously carries out the movement of drawing the bow and then you come to anchor.



And as your eyes burn into the target metres away, you can hear your heart beat in slow, steady thumps. Then you hear a distinct "click" of metal on metal and an explosion of movements occur and you watch as the target gets impaled by your arrow.



It's like the moment when you've already ran 32km in the marathon and have only 10km to go. Your body screams at you to stop what you're doing but you just shut it all away. You don't want to hear anything. You just look down at the ground in front of you and will your feet to continue maintaining the running pace. You can feel the asphalt, the concrete, the gravel underneath your shoes. You run. And every footfall you make your calves tear apart and pain goes searing through your body. You don't want to hear the laments and complains of other runners regretting their entry into the marathon.



And as you near the finish. Your world suddenly becomes loud as spectators and race officials shout and cheer you on the last few metres. You look up and you see the time clock counting. And then the world becomes silent again. You look down at your thighs that have worked like pistons in a car engine throughout the whole race and will them to continue for just one last time. Your pace suddenly quickens, the cacophony of your body screaming and your laboured breathing dies down. And you feel yourself going faster and faster. And then you cross the shadow of the finishing banner and you look up. You've completed the race. You clench your fist in achievement and walk, contented with a smile across your face to the finishers tent.



It's like the moment where you've just cast your lure out and watch as it splashed into the water. And as the ripples of the lure's entry into the water dissipate, your world suddenly just quietens down and it's just you and your lure. You work the lure with the most steady of movements with your wrist that is holding the rod as the other hand slowly turns the handle of the reel. And with the quickest, deftest of movements, you flick your wrist in a rip and a jerk, to give the lure a injured baitfish action. To make it as lifelike as possible with the rips and jerks. And you continue to carry out the sequence of movements.



And then your world implodes as a fish explodes onto your lure. Inhaling it and getting a hook pierced through. Your rodhand instantaneously jerks upwards to get the strike and the hookset. And as you battle the fish on the other end of the line. Your world just gets shut away. The only thing you hear is the screaming of the drag on your reel as the fish fights to rid itself free. Your forearms strains as it battles to quickly reel in the line to get the fish in and slowly tire the fish out. And then, like how it all started. The fish tires away and you lift the fish out of the water and you just look at it in silent admiration and awe. You unhook the fish and release it back into the water. A wide grin across your face.



And.



It's like the moment when you put your barrel tip onto the starting frame. And as the referees call for the 10second warning before the start. You wind your body up like a coil ready to spring.

Your whole world just shuts off. And as you silently countdown. The sound of your heartbeat becomes thunderous. You can feel your breathing deflecting off the insides of the mask onto your chin. Your eyes just zero onto your initial spot. You can feel your blood coursing through your veins to your legs where they pool in the muscles that are going to propel you forward. And you watch from the corners of your eyes as the referees throw their hands down and shout game on.



Your world totally explodes and you spring yourself forward in a mighty dash, not looking anywhere else but your destination. As you dash through a mighty torrent of paintballs flying from opposite the field in hopeless vain to hit you. And as you near your destination, you feel yourself leaning forward and when u've lost control of your body falling forward, you give yourself a mighty push of your legs as you take off into a diving slide into your bunker. You get up and hold your marker up. And the game takes off.





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