Training Day #3
Know what sucks? And I mean what really sucks? Knowing that there's a tsunami slowly approaching, and there's absolutely nothing you can do to stop it. It's going to destroy your house and your village, and the people that you really care about are going to either be swept inland a piece and die drowning, or swept out to sea where they can die drowning. I'm standing on the beach right now, and I'm watching the water subside. My eyes are closed, but I can hear it. The waves aren't breaking anywhere near my feet. It's not tidal. It's a disaster. It's a disaster and it's boiling right beneath the surface. I could easily grab what I'd need to survive and run for higher ground, but instead I'm just standing on the beach. I'm just standing her, my feet sinking in the sand as the water rushes out to sea, and I'm just waiting.
This tsunami is going to destroy me, I just know it. And right now I'm torn. Torn between not wanting it to hit at all, or just getting it over with. Either way it's going to hurt something fierce, either way my head's going under the water and all I need is my wonderwall.
Part of me is debating skipping Friday's training, coming in and picking up my check, and then going home. Home, where my heart is. Not home in Mahopac..
This tsunami is going to destroy me, I just know it. And right now I'm torn. Torn between not wanting it to hit at all, or just getting it over with. Either way it's going to hurt something fierce, either way my head's going under the water and all I need is my wonderwall.
Part of me is debating skipping Friday's training, coming in and picking up my check, and then going home. Home, where my heart is. Not home in Mahopac..