Well, I survived my tryout for the tactical team yesterday. I didn't for most of the course (I don't know if I could have even if I wanted to), but I completed it. My head was reeling throughout pretty much the whole thing, whether because I was taking cold medication and couldn't breathe through my nose or because I'm just woefully out of shape.
The good news is that I managed to hold off on pulling a Donovan McNabb until the team was off next interview and I was safely within the confines of the restroom. Go team? Or something. I felt like Ron Burgundy, when stumbling around in the street on a hot day and says, "Milk was a bad idea." Only my version was, "Drinking a big glass of orange juice and a quart of water before running the obstacle course was a bad idea." But I said it with the same voice, and I had the same sweet beard - even if only in my mind.
So anyway, whether or not I'm voted off the island still remains to be seen. But for now, I'm still a Survivor.
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Come on. "Tactical team" doesn't sound nearly as cool as "SWAT team." That's right - my man tried out for the SWAT team. That's hott!
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