I'm now safely in sunny San Diego, trying to recover from a week of death marches and MRE's (10 yr old packaged clam chowder was probably not a wise choice). The bottom of my feet are bruised, there's bruises and welts on my hips from my pack, I'm covered in poison oak, and I've got some strange swollen arm that the doctor could only diagnose as "bizarre". Lovely. So I'm on a hefty dose of prednisone that has pretty much converted me to an invalid.... a very hungry invalid. I haven't stopped eating since I got here, had night sweats last night and no amount of coffee can lift the fog that's floating behind my eyes.
On the bright side that only means that I'm not running this weekend. Or walking. So laziness is welcome for a change. I'm getting my teeth tightened on Monday and my hair cut. I may also hit up the army surplus store to find something to make my pack a little more work-able. Then it's back up to Redding for one more week in the classroom. After that we're heading out to Colorado for a Staff Ride (see earlier post on Staff Ride). From there we'll see where the season takes us.
That's about all for now, I'm still alive and kicking... from the west coast, signing out.
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