I cannot accurately encompass the events of the last year, so I will summarize, briefly:
Finished my Senior Thesis, poured all of my energy into a project that paid off tenfold.
Graduated from College.
Commissioned as a United States Army Officer.
Took some time off after school to rediscover myself.
Ended up spending the summer with my parents.
Bought a motorcycle.
Attempted a relationship.
Got my orders and moved to Alabama for flight school.
Got stuck on Funeral Detachment for 6 months waiting for a medical waiver.
Got my medical waiver cleared for Asthma exacerbated by the environmental conditions of Alabama.
Finally got my life back together.
Officially started Flight School, is totally worth the wait.
Honestly, it’s pretty tough for me to gauge this last year. Everything has been happening at warp speed and I feel like I’m barely coming to terms with what has happened. I think spending more time on this blog will help me to effectively characterize the constantly changing events I encounter. I feel alive again, the Summer is beginning and I have fought my way through an inordinate number of setbacks to achieve what I would like to refer to is “happiness” I need to motivate myself to succeed and the partial anonymity of the online environment couched in the permanence of modern social media and internet infamy seems like as good an environment as any. I just want to talk, and I don’t have anyone to talk to so the internet seems like a good enough place to start.
Saturday we had an FTX (field training excercise) basically get all kitted up and tromp around the woods playing soldier with all the other soldiers. Kind of stupid.
After that I went for a 30 mile bike ride
Sunday I wasn’t feeling so good so I just went for a 3 mile run to try and get the endorphines flowing, ended up feeling worse.
Woke up even more sick Monday morning, e-mailed Master Sergeant Bolden that I would miss PT, and updated him on my week’s workouts.
MSG Bolden says I’m over training and that’s why I got sick. I don’t know but I took yesterday off and didn’t do anything, maybe some pushups and core exercises, but not much, and it was the worst day I’ve had for a while. I’m actually a little worried that the only thing keeping me going is the endorphine high I get from working out, because otherwise I feel depressed, extremely depressed. Need to stop ignoring problems hoping they will go away on their own.
Fitness is a marathon, not a sprint.
I said yesterday I was going to put in 20 miles on the bike.
So I did 25.
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