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Dream Work Out

I have a very rich dream life, it allows me to do things that, frankly, I can only dream about.

Just the other night, I was a young recruit in physical fitness training. I was one of many and I was lost amongst the many when I wanted to be one of the few, one who excelled at running. I talked a local health club into accepting me as a member despite their reservations over having military clients, due to their rowdiness. They recognized me as a member of the military because of my "high and tight". (Yeah, I told ya, rich dream life!)

Three of my compatriots did likewise, so we trained together. You'd think we'd run on the treadmill but no. We trained in the swimming pool, both swimming and running. Naturally, we almost got "the boot" for horseplay. What was most interesting to me was how we defied physics, training ourselves to run flat out by running sideways on the pool walls. With the pool full of water, no less!

I loved the feeling of running, Especially the exertion through water!

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