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Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor

 

This is how I felt last night and this morning…. ..but I don’t have to be a homicidal sociopath today. Yesterday after PT in the afternoon and after I had been home for like an hour or two I found out I had a SURPRISE PT test the next morning. But wait.. We just did muscle failure PT and I’m getting a 12 hour notice? What a surprise! BUSINESS AS USUAL. Seriously. Do we constantly have to sit around brainstorming ideas on how to set people up to fail and screw them over? As usual I wanted to vomit just from the building rage inside me. This morning I did the push-ups (barely passed because I am so sore) and then I did the sit-ups and did decently. At this point I still wanted to break out into a Carrie at the prom fit of rage and start choking people and drowning puppies. Luckily, due to some crazy alignment of the planets or some anomaly of equal measure I did not have to do the run — My worst event. Kay Suarez, my now squad leader, complained that we would not have enough time to make it to class and he let us go. *Scooby Doo runs in and says “Ruhhhwwhahaaattt???”* I don’t know how this happened but the worst part of this day, this week, and maybe this month was definitely avoided. I am pretty sure I wouldn’t have passed. So I live to die another day. Sooner rather than later I’m sure. Let’s not get too fuzzy and optimistic.

This is how I felt last night and this morning….

..but I don’t have to be a homicidal sociopath today.


Yesterday after PT in the afternoon and after I had been home for like an hour or two I found out I had a SURPRISE PT test the next morning. But wait.. We just did muscle failure PT and I’m getting a 12 hour notice? What a surprise! BUSINESS AS USUAL. Seriously. Do we constantly have to sit around brainstorming ideas on how to set people up to fail and screw them over? As usual I wanted to vomit just from the building rage inside me.

This morning I did the push-ups (barely passed because I am so sore) and then I did the sit-ups and did decently. At this point I still wanted to break out into a Carrie at the prom fit of rage and start choking people and drowning puppies.

Luckily, due to some crazy alignment of the planets or some anomaly of equal measure I did not have to do the run — My worst event. Kay Suarez, my now squad leader, complained that we would not have enough time to make it to class and he let us go. *Scooby Doo runs in and says “Ruhhhwwhahaaattt???”* I don’t know how this happened but the worst part of this day, this week, and maybe this month was definitely avoided. I am pretty sure I wouldn’t have passed.

So I live to die another day. Sooner rather than later I’m sure. Let’s not get too fuzzy and optimistic.