Defeat

Okay so we got our asses whooped by a buncha privates who looked as though they recently graduated from fatboy bootcamp which didn't really help them shed inches. Probably out-of-coursees from Echo and Kilo coy and then thrown into OETI as auxilliary staff (LP-Lobo Personnel). They train hard and we could have won the second pull if collectively we pulled at precise counts but after being dragged afew metres forward, we were tugging at the rope for dear life. Everybody's rythm was wrong, we were driven by sheer will and not the constant yellings of the team manager. We were desperate. Desperate to win this and desperate times call for desperate measures.

The worse part of this competition was, our pillar of strength, the anchor, the one that pulls and cannot be pulled injured his lower back and did not pull. Our team leader, did not show off because of an inflexible commissioning parade council. We were led blindly, not knowing what to do and all we did was grab the rope and pull with no strategy at all. You cannot win without a strategy. Even a ridiculous sport of dragonboating where all you do is dig your paddle deep into the water and pull requires strategy.

We knew we were done for from the start.

At least there were brighter skys ahead, we were able to go home directly after the uneven match-up, it was a record time reaching home without being on off or an off-pass. 11am! But I was so drained that all I did was grab a burger, head home, ate and slept. I feel like threadmill-ing over at Jan's a little later. Yesterday I try running while feeling really bloated and airfilled and I stopped after 1.2km. Whenever I go on duty, I'd feel all bloated with air during the night and sometimes, goes all the way till the day after.

Back to work, tomorrow, Fiak.