The Ravings of Demented Rabbits

Pain Is A Sign Of Weakness Leaving the Body, Part II

So we figure that, if bigger, neater blogs than this one can do the whole guest blogging thing, us demented rabbit types can do it too. Laurent's here to tell us all about my adventures on the obstacle course at OSU.

I'll have my own comments on this whole experience, but we'll do those in a post that's not this one.

Yes, small forest animals were harmed in the creation of this post. But only in one of the parts you might think.

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Here comes the long awaited account of Erik�s great adventure through the �O-Course� (not the big �O� so get your mind out of the gutter.) In order for you to have an idea of who the narrator is you can take a look at the torture master here. I know, I know, I look like a goddamn hippie. I am both too cheap to get a weekly haircut (we are talking 7 bucks people!) and too lazy to shave everyday. A better excuse would be terrorism awareness. Truly I do not partake in the new national pastime of fearing invisible evil forces but most of my superiors would be stupid enough to believe me. It�s the Marine Corps remember. We work harder not smarter. Why use your brain when your brawn will do? That�s enough about me.

Let�s rewind a bit. Sometime around turkey day Dwip told me that he wanted to join the Army. I swear that I did everything I could to get that idea out of his thick skull. He persevered with it. After crucifixion day (thanks for all the ham Darla!) I started giving him a hand with his training. The first time I took him to the O-course Dwip hardly made it past the obstacles. He didn�t manage to clear any on the first try.

I have to admit that if I weighed 117 lbs I would be hard pressed to clear them myself. We trained together for a week. At times I was afraid he would jump on me and bite my throat off, or shoot me for tormenting him.

School started and so I left him to train in the woods of Monroe. I was wondering how he would do without his favorite Sergeant to �motivate� him to hurry the fuck up the hills and the such � he ended up doing quite all right.

Last week we met at the O-course again and he cleared all the obstacles on his first try. I was amazed. We can all be proud of Dwip. I sure was.

Unfortunately I didn�t snap any pictures. So I made him do it again. It wasn�t as good, but still he cleared everything but the wall. As you will soon find out Magnum hasn�t invited me to become a member yet. The first obstacle is a low hurdle. The second one is the single bar, where you can see Dwip trying to chicken wing it. This is NOT the way to get of the bar as he almost snapped his ankle landing. [And about ripped my kneecap off, too --Dwip] You can see the pain in this picture. He started laughing quickly, probably a sign that he is loosing brain-cells so as to adapt for the military.

Next is the slide (picture, picture, and picture), with a butt shot of Dwip about to hug the high hurdle.

The wall. Kicks his ass every time. I pulled muscles in my upper back trying to get him on top during winter break. Here is the place where Dwip�s head should appear. As you can see it is not exactly happening.

A few more hurdles:

First
Second
Third
Fourth
Fifth
Sixth
Seventh (Ouch!!!!)
Eighth (There went the little Dwips in storage.)

A few more Dwipekes got the boot here.

And exhausted but happy, here.

For informational purposes you can look at he RIGHT way to do it in the following pictures:

First
Second
Third
Fourth
Fifth
Sixth
Seventh
Eighth

[The editor would like to point out his mad skillz at avoiding damage to important bodily organs other than knees, and would also like to point out the inexplicable absence of the comedic flailing pic. --Dwip]

Posted by Dwip at February 8, 2005 4:15 PM