Pain is Weakness, or Birds of a Different Feather

Combat Marines have been stationed at Ft. Detrick in Frederick, Md. for a few years, but I did not know that until our paths crossed this morning in Baker park, during my morning walk.  Marines do not walk. Marines hustle along at a steady jog trot, shouting loud Marine chants to increase their aerobic training. It's a fine sight, and here it is.  I had seen them exercising earlier on the green, and before long they were off for a run.  They cut across Bentz St. and hooked back into the park, where I stepped into the path to catch them. I admired them as they passed, and noted the sharp, taut jaw lines and indomitable bearing of their leaders. They've got brains, training, and stamina.

After seeing this, I could not stop at 6 miles, and clocked 7.25 miles for my morning walk before hitting the front door again.

Comments

[Pinky LaRue]

Marine chants help me get into a jogging zone.
I didn't think of the aerobic challenge they present :)
I should say mine out loud!

My dad taught me this one,
and I have passed it on to my two-year-old:

I want to be a Marine Corps Ranger;
I want to live a life of danger,
like a shark in the sea,
like a snake in the grass,
like a hawk in the sky,
Silent, swift, deadly,
RAHHH!

[Moretta]

Good grief -- that is an impressive AM walk!