BCT Day 54
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September 16th, 2002
We’re all set and ready for the next four days. Everyone is complaining about how sore they are from the smoking session two days ago. Believe me, I’m NO exception. I’m more sore than yesterday. Why is it that muscles don’t hurt until a few days after working out? Our ruck sack and equipment weigh like 40 or 50 lbs. This 10K we’re about to go on is going to suck. I plan on going through every song. I know during it to keep my mind off the pain. My motivation is that these next few days are all I have to go through and I’ll be done. I hope they go as fast as the rest of basic has. People are saying that the smoking we got was the worse ever. I never thought of it like that but I guess it’s up there. Man, D.S. Boston ****** us up for this FTX. Just the 10K there will be a gut check for everyone. I know I’m not falling out of this march unless it’s in an ambulance with some broken bone.
People are complaining about how hard it’s gonna be. I’m not worried too much. We’ve done a 10K before. I’ll worry about the 15K when we get to it. The FTX itself should be easy, as far as physicality, so I’m not worried about that at all. I just hope we march at a slow easy pace, or a lot of people (not me) will be ******.
We just finished the 10K. Whew! I’m not going to lie to you: That was very tough. I’m not going to try to be all macho about it. My pussy hurts. But the good thing is we only have 2 things left.
Wow. What a day. When we got here we chilled and changed socks, but we got to working, we worked our asses off. We dug a trench for ourselves and camouflaged it. Two and a half hours of hard work. Then we built our tents. Now it’s after dinner. Who knows what the army has in store for me tonight?