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| Insomnia |
| 10.25.04 (8:03 pm) [edit] |
I've been suffering from it lately...I've been sleeping about 3-5 hours a night for about two months now. I think all the stress and turmoil is killing me. I'm still in a period of uncertainty and upheaval. My weight has fluctuated greatly. I went from 182 to 165 and back up to about 175, all in this time period. Women trouble, moving, trying to obtain a car and a new job, trying to push a fledging business to success...It's causing me to quickly lose control of my most personal asset: My physical health.
I need to find stability.
I need to find that peace I once had. Peace even in the midst of misery.
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| 17 pounds |
| 10.15.04 (12:25 am) [edit] |
Well, I gained 17 pounds today. It was mostly around my midsection. It wasn't from overeating, though. I was not priveleged to gain weight due to some pleasurable indulgence. 17 pounds is the weight of the belt they strapped around me today as I took my physical agility test for th City Police Dept. It's supposed to simulate the weight of your gun, handcuffs, extra magazines, tazer, asp, radio, and bullet resistant vest. Basically it just weighs too much.
The excercise is simple enough:
Begin by having the belt strapped on. Suddenly feel really awkward since you only weigh 165 pounds. Get in a patrol car, and nervously wait for your radio call. Hear Officer Ross on the radio give you a description of a black male, white shirt, blue jacket, with a gold chain and a weapon. Hear the word "go" and jump out the patrol car, and try your best to sprint around the car and up the beginning of the trail through the woods. Realize that 17 pounds feels like a lot when you're sprinting. Run about 10 yards on slick pine needles up a slope. It has just rained the night before, so everything is wet. Jump through a window that is 48 inches off the ground. See a bunch of paintings of men with numbers beside them. Pick out your suspect from the description you were given, and try to commit his number to memory. Run about 80 yards, then slide under a sawhorse. Run around the corner, and try hard not to fall because the grass is wet. Scale a 6-foot wall. Run another 20 yards. Grab a 150-pound dummy and carry/drag/coerce him 10 feet or so and slam him against another cruiser. Hear the word "Stop!" and thank God that your test is over. Did you pass? You had to cover 150 yards of obstacle course in 64 seconds or less. You're fighting for breath as you say "That fucking dummy weighs more than I do." [Well, the weight belt and the dummy together weigh more than you do.] Hear someone ask you your suspect number. It's #4, you say. Hear your time come over the radio, channel Tac 3, saying "50 seconds". They hand you a slip of paper to fill out for the next stage of testing. It means you passed. You spend the next 15 minutes coughing up phlegm that you didn't even realize was in your system.
Your written test was this past Tuesday, and your next test is a ride-along in two days. You hope you'll be a cop in no time.
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