I've followed the blog for awhile now and loved every minute of reading the past posts. For the past ten days I contemplated writing in it at night but couldn't find the time and couldn't decide what to write. On second thought, it wasn't a matter of what to write(most people around here know there is no shortage of what could be written) but more how to write it. That said, I've decided to ease my way in with this ish.
All in all today was a decent day. Decent until someone sharted into my homemade chicken noodle soup, which sounds absolutely delicious right now(ahem, babe, are you reading this yet?). I was getting filled in on the info that got passed around while I was out, and was told that our unit cannot play any type of team sports anymore. Understandably there is risk of injury with team sports and semi-understandably there is the concept that we all need to be in mint shape to deploy(so why do we have so many broken people?). The thing that got me was the next piece of info on the list. "physical training tomorrow will be body armor PT". So let me get this straight, we can't play basketball, but running around with a 40lb vest on makes sense. Huh? PT with a 40lb vest on is a great workout, but where was the logic in the decision making process? Redonkulous.
On a more positive note, I hit the gym with one of our "more better"(goes hand in hand with "sirs", and it makes me chuckle...but not too loud, because Thor's hammer has a habit of appearing when morale gets too high) leaders. It felt great, but also painful.
Night Night world.
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