This is the continued story of my road to recover after my brief time in the Army, and a few “what if” musings along the way.
March was an awesome training month! 22 hours of sport-specific training, as compared to 12 hours in 2014 for March (almost double in 2015!).
This is going to be a two-part post; part 1 will be some background, and part 2 will be some “what if” musings.
Let me start this series by saying that I’m stronger, faster and tougher (mentally and physically) than I was when I was half my current age (I’m 41 as of this writing)…and I love it.
In 1995, I enlisted in the US Army as an Infantryman (MOS of 11B for those who care). It was the most macho, toughest, hoaah thing I could possibly think to do in the military (except joining the Marines, and that’s just crazy (just kidding, I know some amazing Marines)). I was 120lbs and scrawny, wore thick glasses, and could barely run a mile.
This was a terrible plan.
February was a good training month (do I ever say anything different?). Not quite as many hours logged as 2014 (12 hours as opposed to 13 in 2014) for the month, but considering I was only cycling and running this year, I did ok.