Archery is a sport. I googled it.

And for the more precise purpose of this blog, if you live in NYC, archery is a fun, active way to spend a Saturday night with friends. Which is exactly what I did a few weeks ago.

Gotham Archery (who did not pay me to write this post, but should recruit me to become an instructor) is located in a warehouse on Baltic Street in Gowanus, Brooklyn. For my non-NYC readers, what this means is that I’m really cool for knowing about it.

Now, I’m no expert archer. Trust me, I’d have mentioned any sort of kitshy  Paleolithic Era-talent upfront. The last time I shot a bow and arrow was in sleep away camp 15 years ago and also in a dream I had where I was Katniss Everdeen (reoccurring nocturnal theme).

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Hi guys.  If you had asked me a year ago if it was possible to “forget to take a rest day” I would’ve laughed at you. That’s as nutty as forgetting to eat lunch. But it happened to me: I worked out for 10 days straight through thoughtless inertia.

Then I felt burnt out and blahhhh. So then I got the flu and took 3 days off.

Here’s what happened:

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