A few pictures from the race on Sunday have surfaced, and one of the sponsors lets us get a high res version of one of them. Opting for number 1, I think, with all the touristy stuff in the background.

Finishing Hallwilerseelauf (half marathon) and being happy about the result

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GPOYW: sceptic before some alpine sledding

GPOYW: sceptic before some alpine sledding

Last Saturday, I went to the mountains with the alumni of my exchange programme. The place is called “Heidiland”, and you should all be jealous.

Last Saturday, I went to the mountains with the alumni of my exchange programme. The place is called “Heidiland”, and you should all be jealous.

GPOYW – a few years ago with dad in the mountains edition

GPOYW – a few years ago with dad in the mountains edition

GPOYW – two more triathlon pics have surfaced

GPOYW: I’m definitely going to sleep very very soon edition

GPOYW: I’m definitely going to sleep very very soon edition

Tuesday: week 3, day 2
The day was full of short periods of not so much to do: all the soldiers were at work and I fought my little paper battles. In the morning, I drove a truck to a shooting range; I haven’t been driving truck for a while now and I hope the people on the bridge weren’t hurt too much. It was a short drive, I should add. At the range, we did some machine gun shooting with the howitzer 12.7 mm machine guns. I’ve never shot anything bigger than my assault rifle until now, so that was pretty impressive.
The afternoon was for me mainly about the little march for which I’ve done some recon work. We managed to assemble 50 people to walk; we’re actually not interested in bringing the ones that really don’t want, because why should we drag along some whino who just annoys everybody. Our captain didn’t make it to the start of the march as he was still with the battalion staff.
We were lucky with the weather, and the landscape in the region here is absolutely beautiful. We were a bit earlier than anticipated at the place where we’d planned dinner and dinner was a bit late, so we had to wait there, with a few not so happy people who would have preferred to continue walking. During dinner, we were joined by the captain (who was actually co-responsible for delaying the dinner) and the two staff guys from Friday who wanted to check on how we’re doing. I have to say that our captain really makes an effort to improve relations to the platoon leaders.
After the march, we had a talk with the soldiers, mainly about the same things as always: they do good work but expose poor behaviour in terms of how they wear their uniform, plus the last two nights there was trouble around “bed time”, i.e., we didn’t know whether everybody was around or not. Today, everything worked fine (except one guy who thought he could just leave us for football training) and I think people try to improve on things.
As do we, we invited the captain for our bed time beer. We’re so kind.

Tuesday: week 3, day 2

The day was full of short periods of not so much to do: all the soldiers were at work and I fought my little paper battles. In the morning, I drove a truck to a shooting range; I haven’t been driving truck for a while now and I hope the people on the bridge weren’t hurt too much. It was a short drive, I should add. At the range, we did some machine gun shooting with the howitzer 12.7 mm machine guns. I’ve never shot anything bigger than my assault rifle until now, so that was pretty impressive.

The afternoon was for me mainly about the little march for which I’ve done some recon work. We managed to assemble 50 people to walk; we’re actually not interested in bringing the ones that really don’t want, because why should we drag along some whino who just annoys everybody. Our captain didn’t make it to the start of the march as he was still with the battalion staff.

We were lucky with the weather, and the landscape in the region here is absolutely beautiful. We were a bit earlier than anticipated at the place where we’d planned dinner and dinner was a bit late, so we had to wait there, with a few not so happy people who would have preferred to continue walking. During dinner, we were joined by the captain (who was actually co-responsible for delaying the dinner) and the two staff guys from Friday who wanted to check on how we’re doing. I have to say that our captain really makes an effort to improve relations to the platoon leaders.

After the march, we had a talk with the soldiers, mainly about the same things as always: they do good work but expose poor behaviour in terms of how they wear their uniform, plus the last two nights there was trouble around “bed time”, i.e., we didn’t know whether everybody was around or not. Today, everything worked fine (except one guy who thought he could just leave us for football training) and I think people try to improve on things.

As do we, we invited the captain for our bed time beer. We’re so kind.

Weekend week 2
I got up at 5:30 am to attend the captain’s speech and feedback round with the soldiers before the weekend at 6 am. at 6:05 am, I called him to tell him that there are 180 soldiers waiting for him… “I’m still in the quarters”, he said. Lesson learned, eh?
The feedback session was awful. He didn’t manage to have his slides projected (he works as a professional officer there, mind you!) and wasted most of the time on administrative bullshit (what to watch out for when asking for personal leave next year and so on.
One soldier asked if it was allowed to drink alcohol off work outside the quarters – because some soldiers spotted the captain drinking a glass of scotch around midnight on Thursday. He was stupid enough to answer “yes, the order only says there’s no alcohol allowed in the building, but please don’t make a mess outside”, just because he didn’t want to admit that he did something wrong.
I drove home with the deputy head of the unit, tried to stay awake with the aid of lots of coffee and Red Bull, but didn’t really manage. And now, after all these write-ups, I’ll continue not to sleep and try to get some things done over the weekend. For example some training, as I couldn’t do a single second of running this week :(

Weekend week 2

I got up at 5:30 am to attend the captain’s speech and feedback round with the soldiers before the weekend at 6 am. at 6:05 am, I called him to tell him that there are 180 soldiers waiting for him… “I’m still in the quarters”, he said. Lesson learned, eh?

The feedback session was awful. He didn’t manage to have his slides projected (he works as a professional officer there, mind you!) and wasted most of the time on administrative bullshit (what to watch out for when asking for personal leave next year and so on.

One soldier asked if it was allowed to drink alcohol off work outside the quarters – because some soldiers spotted the captain drinking a glass of scotch around midnight on Thursday. He was stupid enough to answer “yes, the order only says there’s no alcohol allowed in the building, but please don’t make a mess outside”, just because he didn’t want to admit that he did something wrong.

I drove home with the deputy head of the unit, tried to stay awake with the aid of lots of coffee and Red Bull, but didn’t really manage. And now, after all these write-ups, I’ll continue not to sleep and try to get some things done over the weekend. For example some training, as I couldn’t do a single second of running this week :(