one-track mind.

Molly and I went down to the Pioneer Square Fire Days yesterday. It's a festival put on by the fire department with old engines on display, some booths of roasted corn and the firefighter combat challenge. I had thought the challenge was pretty much a steroided-out physical agility test but it seemed like it wasn't tougher than I imagine Tacoma's physical will be. The differences are that the firefighters were in turnouts (big difference) and that they were getting times under two minutes. Tacoma has a 7.5 minute cap on their test and you're only in your regular clothes. But, still, watching some of the firefighters struggle with parts of the course, especially when they were on relay teams, was a little scary. I feel like I'm half the size of some of those people (if any of the guys were 280lbs then I am literally half their size). I know I can make my size work to my advantage wherever possible (lower center of gravity, stronger lower body strength, proportionally) but it's still weird to see guys who's biceps are the size of my thigh. And a few of the girls in the course really struggled and I don't ever want to be that person. I'd rather throw up for hours afterwards than look incapable during something like that. (not that I think other people don't have that same pride - that's what's scary is seeing someone who knows they're on display and representing more than themselves, and having that person struggle). I'm really frustrated with my tennis elbow right now. It's such a stupid injury but a very persistent and stubborn one. But, I can't really get past thinking about this all the time. It's always in the back of my mind, or the front of it. I have a hard time splitting my attention and this is what currently has it.