So the Crazy Redneck I talked about earlier came to class with a chip on his shoulder. Last week when we were leaving he got on the elevator with me, and oh boy he was raging. From the very first time I met this guy, I had the impression that he is just a six-pack and a bad day away from killing his whole family. This impression was furthered along when he jumped on my elevator and said to nobody in particular "They want to start me over? I'll punch him in his damn head." If I recall correctly, there were also a few "They're out of their damn minds," interspersed with even more "I'll fucking punch him in the damn head."
That day the object of the Redneck's rage was our lead counselor. Apparently the Redneck missed like five weeks in a row of class, and when he finally showed back up, the counselor told him that he wasn't going to report him to the judge, but that he would have to start over. Which is a pretty good deal to me, considering how many times I was reminded about all the things I could do wrong to get me non-complied and sent back before a judge. At first the Redneck seemed to take it all in stride, calm as a cucumber. But as class went on, he started getting more fidgety, and even somebody as dense to the human condition as myself could tell he was starting to boil. I was actually a little worried that he was going to flip out and start punching walls or something by the time he jumped on my elevator.
So last night, the Redneck shows up to class already fired up. Our lead counselor guy, who I'll call Todd for now, (which isn't his name, but it might as well be considering his real name is equally as boring and it took me over a month to figure out his actual name) asks if any of us want to share anything from our homework assignment. (where we have to talk about an incident that inspired rage or contempt in us from that previous week...I wrote about the treadmills conspiring against me and shutting down trying to kill me when I was sprinting...anyways) Redneck immediately jumps up "I do, oh boy do I ever" So he gets more and more antsy, this guy can't hold still in his chair for more than a second. Todd is like, bring it on dude. I gotta give Todd credit, the Redneck isn't much of a threat, physically speaking, but I've known enough crazy people to know that you shouldn't egg them on, especially when they're already going threatcon yellow. So Redneck guy starts in, "you told me I have to start this program all over, and I had been going here for 2o some odd weeks, and you've let other people miss more classes than me and blah blah blah." Todd just sits back in his chair. Todd fiddles with the pen behind his ear and calmly says
"No, we never let anyone go more than three weeks, that's state law and-"
The Redneck interrupts "NO! Last week you said four weeks. Four!" (I'm pretty sure he didn't actually say that, but I'm not going to interrupt, I'm enjoying the show playing out before me.)
Todd counters, "Well, I see you disagree, but that is the law, and we can hash it out here if you disagree..." Redneck latches onto this phrase: Let's hash it out. He gets all excited, and he's like "Yeah, let's hash it out, let's hash it out right now!" The rest of this story continues with Todd countering him every time he says something like "you've done this before" with a "no we haven't" and then the Redneck fills in all the blanks with "Let's hash it out!" And the end of this story is that Todd never flinches even when I'm thinking that this guy is going to come out of his chair and we're going to have an entire class of batterers trying to stop a fist fight from breaking out. How's that for irony? Todd earned some street cred with me that night, he handled himself and the crazy Redneck pretty deftly. Although I am sure that night his dog probably took the beating Crazy Redneck hoped to dole out to Todd.
Memorial Day Dieting - New PR in running
It's Memorial Day weekend. Which is great for everybody else, but to me, it's like "Crap, how am I going to follow my diet?" Part of me wanted to give up immediately and head for Taco Bell as soon as I got off of work.
Instead, I went and put in some time in the gym on the treadmill. This time, none of them tried to kill me. And I got a PR, I ran 2.58 miles in 20 minutes, while doing the High Point Ladder. I was smokin! For my 10 pace, I ran 10.5 mph, and I've never done that before.
Just for giggles, I weighed myself tonight too. I am a little worried that I won't be as disciplined as I should be this weekend and I wanted to get a good weight before I let the weekend get away from me. I weighed in at 211 lbs. Which means, that once again I didn't lose any scale-weight this week. I'm trying not to be discouraged, but I'd like to see at least a pound here and there disappear.
I only have three more weeks for BFL after this weekend. I gotta kick it up a notch.
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