| I can't run without music either, Tracy. The Army doesn't let you wear headphones while you run, so I make my soldiers sing. Hahahahahahahahahaha. And puke and collapse*, apparently. But that's a good thing. They normally sing songs about chopping something with machetes (Communists, mainly, but that's a little out of date), or bodies, bleeding bodies, or left, right, left, right, left, right, KILL. Very entertaining, especially when their grasp of English isn't the best. Running on Fort Hood, which is the largest post in the Army, is becoming something of a social event for me. Every time I run, I see someone I haven't seen since school. It's sort of annoying. I'm trying to continue breathing, and I pass someone who wants to find out what I've been doing since I graduated. Our dog has the peeing outside thing down cold. He hasn't quite figured out pooping though. *Please note: the collapsing was a moment of high drama from a soldier who is known for such moments. He wasn't even sweating that much. |