So this getting hit by a car thing ain't so bad. Oh, my arm is fucked. I just regained the preliminary ability to slightly rotate at the shoulder and can hold such heavy objects as a fork or spoon, and it hurts like a fuckstick in the eye, but I got a few skill points in cenobite so it's actually beneficial from my perspective to gain greater perspective of myself.

Running track, I discovered I had the ability to push myself far through the pain of the threshold of what my body was capable of, with some biting of myself for achievement purposes, obviously. Actually, before that, when I was little, I used to lay next to the TV where I put my feet on the heater vent. Well, it would be cold, then the heat would turn on and it would get searing hot, but if I let my feet rest there while it heated up, it wouldn't hurt as much. I learned much of my body's experiential nature as a result of my life, I suppose.

In ROTC, there was one morning early on we did a ruckmarch. We had to weigh in with a fifty pound ruck and we marched maybe five miles. I remember I didn't know what to fill it with - I eventually chose books n knick knacks - but my boots were still pretty new and hard n stiff. Well, they wore pretty damn hard on my heel, wearing it into a blister that would eventually bleed out the back of my boot. I didn't complain. I never said anything to anyone in the days following when I had an open wound on my foot that I just pushed through and ignored.

In my senior year of high school, during indoor track when we had to run on the hard floors of the school hallways, I would develop shin splints that got horrifically bad. I would literally collapse at the start of practice but push through it until endorphins kicked in and I could run normal. In college, I developed plantar fasciitis that made running a complete miserable shit show. Never could give up though. Just barreled through until all fell apart. And that's what happened because I couldn't face the idea of failing because my father's wrath would have been too great. That is what my father taught me.