I burned all of the muscle energy allotted to a 105-pounder after my first lesson with Paul at the indoor gun range today.
Holding the small 20-gauge shotgun out in front of me, rotating it to the side, positioning it in that little hollow space between my shoulder muscle and my pectoral muscle, squeezing those muscles together, bringing my elbow to my body, standing in a Kung-Fu Panda position with my weight equally spread out over both legs, leaning forward, squinting down the flinty muzzle to the tiny bead at its end, and finally pulling the trigger, only to be knocked back a bit–all of this stimulation sucked all glycogen out of every muscle cell I have.
Thank god I’ve been working out. This lesson, however, revealed weaknesses in my workouts–namely, my arm strength (or lack thereof). I need to be able to do 25 pushups.
How John Wayne rode his horse at a full gallop in True Grit, shooting two shotguns at one time, I will never know.
To recover, I came home and inhaled two fresh fish tacos. More protein, my body commanded!
Note: The target above was only 7 yards away. Don’t be too impressed.