jesus christ

[thr33dshadow]

PT is.. interesting... wait, no, i lied, its hell. today we got IT'd in the rain. what that means for us is that we're all standing in formation in the coldest god damn weather imaginable for outdoor PT, getting rained on, dropping to our chests laying flat out on the asphalt with those sharp god damn rocks in it digging into our hands, in puddles an inch deep throughout our entire body. to add to the joy of the occasion you're wearing sweat pants and a sweat shirt that both instantly soak up about a fucking gallon of ice cold water and keeps it nice and close to ya. yeah, so i had sgts and privates screaming at me to push, switch to on my back for six inches, which is just laying on your back (in an inch of water) and keeping your heels six inches off the ground. sounds easy, but after a few minutes its hell. after a minute once you've been doing shit like that for half an hour, you want nothing more than to kill something, preferably yourself. then back to on our faces, pushing, pushing, more pushing, push ups are my least favorite exercise in the world at the moment.. then hold it at half... right. i fell flat down to my face in the water hard enough that it nearly broke my nose. then i got screamed at for not holding it at fucking half, so i had to sprint there and back while everyone else stayed at half. IT is hell. then, with sweat pants that were every bit as dry as a fucking wet suit we all went and did a mile and a half run. as you can imagine, there were again privates running with us, one of them was a nice old guy who tried positive reinforcement. the others just got in my face screaming i wasnt worthy, and i looked like i was about to die, and i was a fuckin sorry ass motherfucker. it took a lot of restraint not to beat the hell out of the wise ass that went off on how pathetic i looked. the problem is, i'm bigger than them, better at hand to hand combat, and a Hell of a lot better at taking pain.... unfortunately if i did anything Sgt jackson would beat me till my blood covered the office, and he's not only stronger than me, and better at hand to hand combat, but he's also got a pain tolerance as good or better than mine. suffices to say it just wasnt an option to get back at em at that particular moment. so i just kept going. i didnt stop, i didnt break down like one of the recruits, but i sure as hell wasnt happy. once we got back to the recruiting station we had the "pleasure" of doing sprints. only one at a time, and there were eleven of us, so we did have a nice break in between sprints, but since i give Everything i have in sprints it was still a harsh workout since my lungs were moderately fucking dead from the cold wet weather, the fact that i have a cold, and the mile and a half.

great day huh.

love ya all, so here's my one piece of advice for the day, no more from me, no less. if you're not a complete moron you're probably best off in the airforce.