Living with a SEAL by Jesse Itzler

Author:Jesse Itzler
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Center Street
Published: 2015-11-03T05:00:00+00:00

DAYS 11–12

(not counting the days I was on my own)

Enjoy the Pain

I earned it. Now I’m going to enjoy it.

—SEAL

New York City

38°

0800

I was on my own for the past two days while SEAL disappeared, and I honestly stuck with the program—Honor Code. I did six-mile runs in the morning and three-mile runs at night. And two hundred push-ups in the middle like an Oreo cookie. It was actually a bit lonely doing the workouts on my own. Not that I miss the guy, but maybe a little?

Today is no different. I did a six-mile run this morning. At 11:00 a.m. my cell phone rings and it’s SEAL. He tells me he’s on his way back to NYC and that he just completed the seventy-five-mile race.

“How was it?”

“Hard,” he says.

“Really? Seventy-five miles was hard?”

“It had a climb,” he says. “The terrain was tough.”

I know SEAL well enough by now to know that if he says a race was “hard,” had a “climb,” and the terrain was “tough”… then it was TOUGH!

“And… I broke all the metatarsals in both feet.”

Huh? Check that. Tough times twenty.

“But I finished strong,” he says.

He finished?!

“What are you going to do?” I ask.

“What do you mean?”

“You going to go get them looked at?”

“Get what looked at?”

“Your feet.”

“Why would I get them looked at?”

“’Cause they’re broken!”

“Come on, man. The doctor will only tell me they’re busted up. But I already know they’re busted up. Why would I waste my fucking time driving to the doctor and then pay a man to tell me my feet are fucked up when I already know that? I gotta go. Call you back.”

He has a point, I guess.

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