Since I began physical therapy I’ve taken to walking around the training center challenging all my broken ninjas. I squared off with Cpl Bone Spurs : “My shoulder’s screwed up and your feet are screwed up. I’m going to crush you on the physical fitness test in June.” Similar challenges were issued to the rest of my malingerers. I’ve called it: The Broke [email protected]# Challenge. Yes, that word is actually in our lexicon. By June I expect to be able to do enough pull ups to pass the physical fitness test. I’ll have to make up enough points to smash everyone else in the run and sit ups portion of the test.
There are always second and third order of affects related to your actions. Many of these are often unforeseen. Yesterday afternoon, the good Cpl stood in my office door jangling his bone spurs: “SgtMaj, I ran four and a half miles on the elliptical today. Just saying…”
I had NOT done any PT that day so far. Other items were vying for my attention and I was considering skipping PT in favor of work related nonsense. I cursed the young Marine as I peeled off my cammies, hurling uniform items across the office. I climbed into my PT gear and headed to gym where the elliptical machine and my rehab exercises awaited.
The problem with throwing down the gauntlet is someone will likely pick it up. Now I must grind their bones for my bread.