Sitting in my blue plastic chair, here’s what I see. Three feet in front of me, my bunk mate is sitting in his blue plastic chair, facing me. He also has folders on his lap, which we call our “desks.”
To my immediate right is our bunk. My bed is on the bottom, our combined four foot lockers under my bed (not four feet long, four of them). Blue blankets stretched flat with 45 degree angles on the foot end, our brown blankets stretched over our pillows with a 45 degree angle at the top.
To my left, three feet away, is the same thing. To my right, the same thing five more times. Like one of those infinity mirrors where the same scene seems to go on forever and ever.
Everybody is talking in different directions, some talking over others. It’s louder than one might think. A Correctional Officer just walked by and dropped somebody down for working on personal letters. So that’s all for now.
Every other morning, well, actually every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, I tell myself over and over that I will finish the run. It’s still kind of tough, but I’ve only dropped out once in this past month.
Today, I struggled. I really wanted to fall out after the first three laps. Lap four came and when we were almost to the point where we have to yell, asking for permission to fall out, there was a C.O. walking around the small track, right where I would fall out. I didn’t want to have to answer a bunch of questions about my motivation so I continued on.
It was very humid out. I was drenched with sweat, and cramping up in my stomach. All sorts of reasons to quit. But I made it through lap six. Then, the physical trainer leading the run decided to bring us around one more time. It was the hardest lap of my life, but I did it. Five miles (4.9, but we call it five). I’ve felt great ever since.
So. That’s what I did before 7:00 am. How about you?