I drank too much coffee this morning so after doing about an hour’s worth of work in 10 minutes, I decided to go to the gym to work off some energy. I felt perilously close to gnawing on my desk, see. After I was done working out, I made my way to the locker room and when I got to the door I could hear some chanting inside. The hell? I went in and found that the ROTC students were sprawled on the floor in front of my locker row and were doing some leg kick/ab exercise with the whole, “1 2 3 HUH!” thing. What was even better was that their senior ROTC officers were standing over them and screaming in full Lee Ermey style, berating them for constantly giving up and that until they did it perfectly they were going to keep doing the same thing. I stood there for a few seconds, unsure of what to do. I figured tiptoeing through the cadets and saying, “Sorry for disrupting your hell week but I simply MUST get a shower. That treadmill’s a killer!” might not go over so well. So I just went back to the gym and worked out for a few more minutes. Thanks, ROTC, for forcing me to burn 100 more calories…I thought of you when I ate a burger at lunch.