Physical activity is extremely important for those with CF, even though the majority of CFers avoid rigorous activity. I'm not one of those CFers. I participate in the hardest and most dangerous sports in the world, just to stress out my lungs and heart as much as possible. I'm adventurous, so I need action. I don't like just running, hiking, or biking. I like a purpose, and I like adrenaline. 

Paintball is a game that makes me run and gives me a few very good reasons on why I need to be running. In paintball, you've gotta be faster than a paintball traveling 300 feet per second! Sounds impossible, but it's possible. I always wear knee and elbow guards since I dive and skid behind bunkers to avoid getting shot. I'll also wear hoodies, long sleeve motocross jerseys, gloves, a backwards cap, and a bandanna under my paintball mask, since getting shot on bare skin sucks! But, even though it hurts, I still play and it's probably one of the best things I can do for myself. Paintball is a lot of hiding, but it's also a lot of running, and to play it well you need to use your head. 

My most memorable game was almost two years ago now, and I was the last person defending the fort in the Alamo scenario. There were around 40 people on each side at the beginning of the game, but 20 minutes in, everyone except me was attacking the Alamo, and the refs were pointing me out to my enemies. One ref even joined in on the fun, so I was about to get "lit" by 80 people, which in paintball, getting lit in the game isn't supposed to be fun. Getting lit means I was gonna get at least ten people shooting me from 5 feet away, and 70 others shooting at me from a distance. Paintballs hurt so much, that players are encouraged to surrender if the shooter is less than 15 feet away, and I was encouraged more and more by a ref to surrender as my attackers crept closer. 

I had 250 paintballs loaded and ready to go, and just as the barrel of the first enemy's paintball gun came into view, I started wildly shooting! I got about five people out before another ten came in from all sides and all shot at me at once. I begged for them to stop, and when they did, I was soaked in green and pink paint. I wasn't in pain. I was actually laughing, and I've since fell in love with paintball. However, I couldn't sit down properly for about a week.