Day 2- Boring Fire Academy stuff
Im in pain.
I have a nagging knee issue, "Illio-tibial Band Syndrome." I hate it. Sometimes its under control. Sometimes its not. Today happens to be of the latter.
Looking back, it didnt feel like much went on. Bringing in bunker gear. Duct-taping/Marking everyones stuff. A 1.5 mile run and a pull-up test. The last two being part of a fitness benchmark, and a test that often leads to people disappearing. Failing to meet minimum standards earns you four months of 'remedial pt,' exercise to get your strength up, in addition to what the curriculum requires already.
The run has to be done in under 12 minutes.
30 push-ups
30 sit-ups, under a minute
4 pull-ups
The goals dont seem that lofty, yet people fail to meet them in droves. Not that Im going to be seen in any olympic decathlons anytime soon. I watched some guy sail through the run in just over 8 minutes. I saw another guy bang out 30 (thirty!!) pull-ups. My injury-anchored 11:15 and 13 pale in comparison.
Tomorrow we finish the other two.
A representative from the UFA came to say hi, and pass out a buttload of paperwork. He also walked out with over $6000 in cash for union dues. Some boneheads then got a little comfortable with the whole thing; spreading out in the back rows of the auditorium, leaving trash around. It earned up some nice good-by pushups on the hot asphalt. One guy went home with blistered palms. Not good at all. Maybe Im a sissy, but I spit all over mine. It was a desperation move to get away from the heat on the ground.
I stopped on the way home at the dumpy A&P here. Big, long lines. Lots of empty lanes. I thought about punting the things I had gathered down the kosher aisle I had lined up in front of. I was slightly peeved that in this mess, someone had left her cart with a few things in it in front of a lane, and gone off shopping. Maybe I was only bothered that it was her idea and not mine.
Now Im back. 'Now' being post-nap. I washed clothes in the sink. Ironed a dirty shirt. Ate some nice leftovers, and decided before I got home that if Crazy Francis comes by, Im not even going to answer the door. Its pushing 10 at this point. The alarm goes off at 3:30 again tomorrow. I cannot wait for the weekend to start.
So I can sleep through the whole entire thing.
Lauren's not gonna like that...
I have a nagging knee issue, "Illio-tibial Band Syndrome." I hate it. Sometimes its under control. Sometimes its not. Today happens to be of the latter.
Looking back, it didnt feel like much went on. Bringing in bunker gear. Duct-taping/Marking everyones stuff. A 1.5 mile run and a pull-up test. The last two being part of a fitness benchmark, and a test that often leads to people disappearing. Failing to meet minimum standards earns you four months of 'remedial pt,' exercise to get your strength up, in addition to what the curriculum requires already.
The run has to be done in under 12 minutes.
30 push-ups
30 sit-ups, under a minute
4 pull-ups
The goals dont seem that lofty, yet people fail to meet them in droves. Not that Im going to be seen in any olympic decathlons anytime soon. I watched some guy sail through the run in just over 8 minutes. I saw another guy bang out 30 (thirty!!) pull-ups. My injury-anchored 11:15 and 13 pale in comparison.
Tomorrow we finish the other two.
A representative from the UFA came to say hi, and pass out a buttload of paperwork. He also walked out with over $6000 in cash for union dues. Some boneheads then got a little comfortable with the whole thing; spreading out in the back rows of the auditorium, leaving trash around. It earned up some nice good-by pushups on the hot asphalt. One guy went home with blistered palms. Not good at all. Maybe Im a sissy, but I spit all over mine. It was a desperation move to get away from the heat on the ground.
I stopped on the way home at the dumpy A&P here. Big, long lines. Lots of empty lanes. I thought about punting the things I had gathered down the kosher aisle I had lined up in front of. I was slightly peeved that in this mess, someone had left her cart with a few things in it in front of a lane, and gone off shopping. Maybe I was only bothered that it was her idea and not mine.
Now Im back. 'Now' being post-nap. I washed clothes in the sink. Ironed a dirty shirt. Ate some nice leftovers, and decided before I got home that if Crazy Francis comes by, Im not even going to answer the door. Its pushing 10 at this point. The alarm goes off at 3:30 again tomorrow. I cannot wait for the weekend to start.
So I can sleep through the whole entire thing.
Lauren's not gonna like that...