I don't foresee a very interesting week, though I've been wrong before. We didn't do a lot yesterday. Messed around in the motor pool for a bit, but there wasn't much for us to do on that particular day, so we ended up taking care of some paperwork for our buddies, or something. Who knows. I just know that I filled out a lot of forms. Why? I don't know, who cares? Its easy. It requires hardly any brainpower, not at all physically demanding, and its only for a little bit. Sweet.
As I was showering a few minutes ago, I came upon an amazing revelation. I realized that PT is the emotional outlet that all leaders have come to put in full effect. Our platoon leader, for example, who is a very mellow and cool guy, felt it necessary to run us into the ground this morning. I didn't bother to eat chow afterwards, because greasy breakfast food doesn't sit well with my stomach after a heavy workout. Poor little me. I won't bore you with the details of the run, just know that it wasn't the distance, which was the same as our average run distance, but the sporadic intensity of it. Today is one PT session that serves as an example to justify why I feel that our leaders harbor secret hatred for us.
Strangely enough, I feel good, but maybe I shouldn't say anything to anyone about that. Could be catastrophic. My apologies for the worthless post, but I figure anyone who actually enjoys reading my Oddyssey, well, they deserve atleast something. I'll keep you posted on any more misadventures.