Ran at the indoor track today. The army was doing these huge formations on one end of the track and yelling stuff really loud in unison. It felt scary. Then, there were a smaller group of men in fatigues getting yelled at by two commanding officers, and after getting yelled at the men in formation would have to yell things back. It would go like this "Why did you do that Private?" and then they would yell back "I Don't Know, SIR!" then "Never do that again" and then "I've learned my lesson SIR!". So every lap brought some new piece of the ongoing conversation which included public humiliation, mental and physical compliance, and retorical questions which can only be answsered by shouting an answer ended by SIR! I never really thought about the emotional/mental training it takes to form an Army, but it's pretty fierce. That whole thing will leave me thinking for many hours to come. We ran 50 feet sprints every lap until my piriformis put an end to our speed games. That little tiny muscle runs the whole hip/leg game. It feels like it pulls my leg out of socket. So I only got in 6 50 foot sprints out of the mileage. It was fun though, Marsha was a sprinter in high school and so she taught me sprinting form. It is so different from the way I run, it was challenging to change mentality & form. I'll have to do my strengtheing and stretching so I can do more of that. It was fun. | 