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Tuesday Nov 17, 2009 #
yoga 45:00 [1]
Barely made it this morning, looked at my watch and it was 6:37 and class starts at 7:15 in Greenfield, 20 minutes away. But I was out the door in 20 minutes after getting dressed, breakfast, emptying the dishwasher and doing the dishes left over from yesterday, putting out the trash and recyclables. Moving very quickly....
Reminded me on the drive up, where I was also moving quickly, of a long time ago in Officer Candidate School, where acting quickly (and correctly) under stress was always being tested, often in inane ways.
Such as, your platoon, about 40 guys, would be standing in formation outside our barracks with a few minutes to kill before heading off to whatever was next on our schedule, and the order would be given, Everyone into their dress greens, move. And in 2 or 3 minutes we'd all be back standing in formation in our dress greens. And then of course the sergeant would say, What the hell are you doing out here in your dress greens? And 2 or 3 minutes later you'd be back in fatigues. And woe to the guy that was last.
You learned to do things awful fast, even with someone yelling at you.
There was a lot about that period of my life that really sucked, but it left me with some lessons that have helped any number of times. Even if for something as trivial as getting to class on time.
Reminded me on the drive up, where I was also moving quickly, of a long time ago in Officer Candidate School, where acting quickly (and correctly) under stress was always being tested, often in inane ways.
Such as, your platoon, about 40 guys, would be standing in formation outside our barracks with a few minutes to kill before heading off to whatever was next on our schedule, and the order would be given, Everyone into their dress greens, move. And in 2 or 3 minutes we'd all be back standing in formation in our dress greens. And then of course the sergeant would say, What the hell are you doing out here in your dress greens? And 2 or 3 minutes later you'd be back in fatigues. And woe to the guy that was last.
You learned to do things awful fast, even with someone yelling at you.
There was a lot about that period of my life that really sucked, but it left me with some lessons that have helped any number of times. Even if for something as trivial as getting to class on time.
C • Roths 10