Training Day 17

So, it's technically the next day but I haven't hit the rack yet. Why? Because today was another really interesting (and jacked up day). Field day now kicks off at 1900 on Wednesday instead of at 2100 on Thursday so that really threw a wrench in my training cycle as field day is now much more involved and time-consuming as well. Then there was just this and that... well... It's all below. The end result is I barely got a fraction of the training done that I normally do.

Language: Today was my first immersion day in my new class. Now, I had done this immersion before in my old class but they changed half of it since then. The biggest change, however, was personal in that I was confident, competent, and having a blast. Yes, I enjoyed using my target language. Today was such a boost to my confidence. Now, with everything else that happened today, I got a minimal amount of studying in.

Marathon: My immersion ran late and the Momrine forgot her running gear so we ran at the gym at her place. My treadmill had ruts underneath the tread. It was unsettling to run on. I had every intention of making this a pacing run so I set the initial speed at 5mph (and at one point I set my pace to 10mph to see how fast I need to run for a perfect PFT) but towards 12min the Momrine was suffering so we started running at her pace. Initially, it dropped way down. However, as time went on, she pushed it up. What more, she willingly cut out her breaks after the first one. Then, at the end, she pushed the speed to 5mph then past that to 6mph. When all was said and done we finished with a new low time of 39:10 for the 3mi, despite the complications. Of course, she nearly fell over when she got off the treadmill.

Still, that was a major gut check and she did great.

Personal: Sometimes, life sucks. Sometimes, it seems like you're on one of those little hamster wheels. Sometimes, you get tired. Then, some really rare times, everything falls into place in such a way that you're looking around for the architect, your friends all deny involvement, and you're left barely constraining the urge to run down the barracks hallway screaming some incomprehensible stream of words about the mighty powers of your awesomeness. At which point one of your annoyed barracks mates clotheslines you and, when you come to, you thrust a finger at the sky and shout, "GOD! You ROCK!" Then you throw up the horns before you realize maybe The Man doesn't appreciate that.... but you're sure He knows what you mean so it's okay.

Yeah... It's been one of those days. Let's see how tomorrow fares with this twice-reduced sleep.

OORAH!!! simple, no nonsense, no stuffy priests, no judgemental churches, no tithing, no gossipy masses faith! Everything works out in the end, I swear.