I am feeling rather naked after my last post. Not vulnerable. I mean, I wish it was only vulnerable. The term "stripped down" comes to mind.
okay well anyway.
I wrote about having to dig deep in my last post. Ha! Deep is an understatement. I need to drill way down below Mariana's Trench. Those physical requirements? They need to be performed under fatigued circumstances. It's not good enough to be able to knock out a slew of pull-ups. I need to knock them out after all the other stuff. The academy has not been announced yet, so I might have four months to prepare or I might have one year.
So I have shovels in both hands. I have been on this road two weeks now and have already seen edges of improvement in my strength. My husband, bless him, helped me out with pull-ups the other day. At the end of the workout I actually cried, which is something I had not experienced since starting BJJ. The tears were not caused by sadness, rather by the weird shared reservoir that exists between emotion and physical exertion. I predict more of the same.
This decision has really set me free. Right now the department is buzzing with everyone gearing up for tests and when I am asked "Hey are you taking the detectives exam? The sergeants exam?" I exuberantly reply, "Nope." I am exuberant because the path is so clear now.