May 21, 2004

• I called it right last night, my friend C. talked about the golf course run all day today.  She actually ran the whole time, but I personally believe she would've walked had not her NCOIC been there.  I got to hear how she thinks she's getting shin splints, her knee is bothering her (yes L. the same knee she hit with the wrench!!!), she thinks she did really good today because she didn't stop, and she got discouraged when I got ahead of her.  It really wasn't intentional but it's very painful running along side her (my calves scream in agony) I admit I have extremely poor running form but I could always run faster than a 10-11min mile.  The 5m run is in 4 days and she's still talking about how she won't make it.  She breaks her own spirit with her attitude and then blames her body or others who don't "motivate" her properly.  The whole plt tries to motivate her and what else is there to say when she just gives up trying or worse starts to cry about some un seeable pain that has even the medics confused.  She has more profiles than school report cards!!!  I admit I do get agitated with her and at times I do holler at her to pick up the pace only when she gives me that "I'm hurting" monologue.  I've had three strained groin muscles, all my muscles in my back strained, border line stress fractures in both hips, illness ranging from upper respiratory infections to kidney stones and Achilles tendentious, but I still keep trucking.  When I was hurting my plt sgts kicked me out of formation.  C. doesn't get kicked out she falls out.  So this isn't the pot calling the kettle black, I too have fallen out of runs.  I was on recovery or just recovering from an injury or that's how I found out I had an injury or I just got stupid and started out too fast too soon and ended up tiring out before the run was over.  However, she starts out slow(unless it's an apft) and just gets slower.  I do understand body chemistry and how some people aren't runners and I am one of these people.  I work hard at passing my apft and seldom have time to do things I want to do because I'm busy improving my body to meet new goals.  Push-ups are my weakness and have always been, but that doesn't excuse me from not being able to perform to my outmost capabilities.  In her eyes if a person is in muscle failure or just doesn't want to perform that day then they should be excused.  Where would this great army be if we all did that?  Holy crap, there are plenty days that I don't want work but I do.  Of course the army is something I always wanted to do.  I couldn't imagine myself not wearing my uniform anymore.  She more than less resents the army because she signed up as a favor to her now ex-husband. 

  C. and I are for the most part using one another.  What I mean by this is I tolerate an awful lot from her.  She makes jokes about me and sometimes has others join in on my torment.  She also bosses me around as if I was her kid.  Everything she wants to do comes first or she'll throw a tantrum and she's always telling me about how good of a friend she is.  I tolerate all this just for a measly 5min ride to work and back home with sometimes added bonuses that I get to choose where I'd like to go and I supply gas. 

  Now I don't turn my back on anyone whether I like them or not.  Right now she's in a bind and needs a lending hand to help get by week after week.  I loaned so far over $500.  She was a victim of identity theft.  Now I can hear everyone calling me an idiot, but money isn't really an object to me.  I do love to have money but I hate the greediness about it and the lust for it.  I figure by Dec. she'll have her debt paid off to me and after that who knows what will happen. 

  I do call her a friend because we do give and take from one other and we really do care what happens to other.  I really only have two people I can talk to about my problems without being analyzed.  They keep my secrets and are the coolest people I know.  I learn something new every time I talk to them.  T. is my best friend in the whole world.  Only my Heavenly Father and Lord know more about me than she does.  She's been through everything with me and we're both practically adopted into each other's families.  She's my rock as I am hers and we both love one another as close sisters would.  We went from playing barbies together to living on our own two feet.  T. is one of the best things that ever happened to me. 

  My other friend L. is very interesting.  She's got a caring heart and always listens to my problems without so much of an interruption.  She keeps my secrets safeguarded and helps me out on army tasks and physical fitness.  She's never too busy to listen to me or to correct my pronunciation.  I didn't really know L. that well until we were deployed together.  I knew her at work and that was about it.  She's an boggle fanatic and after she's done whipping my butt, she lets me get her back in scattergories.  We both feel the same about C. and have numerous talks about C.'S attitude.  I guess it's safe to say I kinda saved L. from C.'s constant complaining when I showed C. I'd listen to everything she's has to say.  Also, L. has a strong faith and that's cool because I love talking about christianatity with others.  Poor C. got confused when L. and I were talking about "Joseph and the multi-colored coat".  L. is one of those unforgettable people, she makes an lasting impression on everyone she meets.  

  I have other friends but none compare to the two I mentioned.  As for me I really don't know what kind of friend I am, but I must be doing something right for several people to confide in me and having the two best confidantes I know.  I guess I'll go for now and put some sunburn relief lotion on my face(it's so bad that I don't have to wear blush) and go to sleep.  So until next entry take care and God bless.

  Oh, and dad thanks for all your help in getting my laptop back up and running.  I love you and give my love to mom.  Tell J.C. to be careful on the quad and I love him too.  

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