Wednesday, September 12, 2012

G.H.O.S.T

It's time to share my (reoccurring) Wednesday trauma.  It's called G.H.O.S.T Black Ops.  I don't know what the G.H.O.S.T stands for, but I'm assuming it's some secret code for "let's see how fast we can make these weaklings bleed through their eyeballs!"  Every Wednesday at 7pm I take part in this event.  Steven joined me tonight but I don't think he'll be doing it again.  He doesn't think it's worth it.  He's probably right . . . Today I came home with some respiratory thing???  When I laugh I sound like a smoker . . . but since I'm afraid of being called a quitter by these people that I'll still have to see every day, I'm gonna keep holdin' in there.  Steven doesn't give a crap.  Lol.

I'm on a team (Red Team!  WOOT!)  There are 4 stations that you race through, performing terrible tasks like carrying tires back and forth, dragging tires that are attached to you by a chain (last week my awesome team BROKE THE CHAIN!), pushing Jeeps, and more.  I'm the only girl on my team, which is an advantage compared to the others.  I'm also the biggest whiner and hinderance.  Luckily, it's all about team building so the guys can help me pick up the slack.  Poor fellas.  There's a lot of slack.  Last week our team KILLED it!  We won every challenge and one of our guys was awarded Warrior of the Week.  This week the blue team won, but still one of our guys was Warrior of the Week.  He totally deserved it, too!  Huge team player, does everything fast and with no fuss, and helps everyone.

So when I come home I feel worse than death.  My arms hurt, my legs hurt, my abs hurt, my HANDS hurt!  We freaking have to hold a push up position forEVER and this whole thing takes place in a parking lot.  OOOOWWWWW!!!!  But you know, I'm super tough so . . . ain't no thang.

This is misery, folks.  Pain and suffering and a really kool water bottle.


On another note, Steven has to start a blog for his Family History class (domain: scalzihistory.blogspot.com) and he's dreading it.  He is typing his first post at this very moment.  I told him he'll love it cause blogging is addictive . . . he says blogging is gayer than AIDS.  Insensitive and offensive.  But he'll get over that.  :)

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