Police academy life has been kicking my humble ass in every direction. For the first two weeks, the only part of my body that didn’t hurt was my face. My face will get thrown into the mix at some point, but for now I’m good. I was all scabbed up and bruised and I haven’t worn shorts in public since I started. My knees and shins are still purple. I looked down at my arms one morning and realized I looked like a Washington Blvd working girl. It’s too bad I can’t go straight to working vice with my arms looking this way.
The good news is that I am getting into some serious shape. After so many years behind a desk in a cubicle, I’d nearly forgotten what my body could do when pushed to its limits. It’s been painful and I’m acutely reminded of my age as I sloowwwly get out of bed at 0430 each morning. I just don’t recover as quickly as I did 15 years ago. The old girl is holding up though. Mostly.
