Oorah
On my post from the 27th, Heather asked me how often I say "Oorah". Well, I don't say it that often. The people I associate with around here don't know anything about the Marine Corps, so I don't say it around them. Usually I say it to myself as part of a motivational plan.
You see, the hardest thing for me is to be motivated. I do so much and I'm so constantly busy that it's hard for me at times to stay motivated. Trust me, when it's 10 o'clock at night, you've been up since 6am, and you've still got lots of homework to do, you really don't feel like getting that second work-out in. So I look myself in the mirror and I give myself a pep talk (I have to do this because no one else here can do this for me). I'm literally all alone out here, there are no other Candidates here at school - I have no one else encouraging me to continue. So I use it (as well as the little slogans I have posted around the house) to try to keep the fires burning. To try to stay strong. Or, as that song from the Rocky soundtrack said, "Stay Hungry".
Everything in life is about how much work you're willing to put in. I figure there isn't a single obstacle I can't overcome if I want it bad enough. Case in point: This semester I took 18 hours of classes - none of these are Mickies either - and it looks like I'll still make Dean's list. The only reason that this is happening is becuase I made a conscious choice to sacrifice my enjoyment, my friendships, my social life, my happiness, and sometimes I wonder if I gave away my sanity as well, all to make good grades and get in awesome physical condition. So far, except for German (again!), I've gotten everything I've wanted.
That's why I say "Oorah". It's a battle cry for my soul and my psyche. It's a verbal challenge to myself to step up to the plate and give life everything I've got. To do pullups until my hands blister and bleed. To run until I throw up. To push myself further than I thought possible. To try to make my dreams come true. That's why I say Oorah. It makes me want it.
You see, the hardest thing for me is to be motivated. I do so much and I'm so constantly busy that it's hard for me at times to stay motivated. Trust me, when it's 10 o'clock at night, you've been up since 6am, and you've still got lots of homework to do, you really don't feel like getting that second work-out in. So I look myself in the mirror and I give myself a pep talk (I have to do this because no one else here can do this for me). I'm literally all alone out here, there are no other Candidates here at school - I have no one else encouraging me to continue. So I use it (as well as the little slogans I have posted around the house) to try to keep the fires burning. To try to stay strong. Or, as that song from the Rocky soundtrack said, "Stay Hungry".
Everything in life is about how much work you're willing to put in. I figure there isn't a single obstacle I can't overcome if I want it bad enough. Case in point: This semester I took 18 hours of classes - none of these are Mickies either - and it looks like I'll still make Dean's list. The only reason that this is happening is becuase I made a conscious choice to sacrifice my enjoyment, my friendships, my social life, my happiness, and sometimes I wonder if I gave away my sanity as well, all to make good grades and get in awesome physical condition. So far, except for German (again!), I've gotten everything I've wanted.
That's why I say "Oorah". It's a battle cry for my soul and my psyche. It's a verbal challenge to myself to step up to the plate and give life everything I've got. To do pullups until my hands blister and bleed. To run until I throw up. To push myself further than I thought possible. To try to make my dreams come true. That's why I say Oorah. It makes me want it.
