Game over, back to work

My second drill was this weekend. I thought it went much better than the first one, probably because my prayers were answered and it snowed Saturday morning. We don't run in the snow. Instead we stayed in the gym and endured alternate forms of aerobic exercise that were not nearly as tortuous as running. I worked out a lot more this month, so my PT scores went up for push-ups and sit-ups, and then I paid for it by falling below my minimum ship weight. So I've some eating to do in order to get caught up and still be able to keep my scores increasing. I guess it's a balancing act, and right now I'm wobbling.

We learned cool things at drill this weekend, like how to frisk a POW. Although, I'll be the first to admit that I wasn't about to frisk the inner thighs of one of the guys...the joys of being the only female in the squad. I started at the knees and worked down. We also learned some land navigation stuff, and also everyone else had the pleasure of observing while SFC Dixon demonstrated techniques that smaller soldiers, such as Specialist Black, can use to hopefully free themselves from the grasp of an enemy attacker, such as Private Blackburn.

The rest was kind of the same old boring drill and ceremony stuff, and of course the dreaded Sunday morning workout. On Sunday we were all standing around in our squads waiting for the Sgt.'s to arrive for first formation. One of the new guys asked what sort of PT we would be doing, and someone else looked at him and responded "just be prepared to have hell unleashed on you." Although for some reason it didn't seem nearly as bad as last month, and I'm still trying to decide if that's just because they decided to go easier on us this time or what.

Either way, work this morning seemed really lame in comparison.