Running Japan

I suppose I should title this post, Running on Base in Japan because I’ve only ventured off-base once while jogging. The reason: my first day in Japan, I took a nasty fall off a curb. (Hey, it was nearly a foot up!) Due to the humidity, the curbs get slippery. And I twisted my foot coming off one. I’ve been babying it, still running lightly. Curious thing about that curb, I almost slipped off it again two days later! But rather than trying to stop my fall, the next time, I just fell under control.

While I’ve not been running far, I’ve been walking everywhere. Yesterday, my two-block stretch turned into a five mile marathon through a hilly neighborhood. God bless the iPhone, because without it, I would’ve ended up in Hiroshima, so lost did I get. I normally have very good sense of direction, but every instinct I have in Japan is 100% wrong. Is it possible that I’ve lost my magnetic connection to the earth?

And when I get tired of walking, I take a taxi back. Recently, one of my drivers was 90 years old. I really wanted to chat with him. To talk about all the changes he has seen while living in Japan, but we ended up just talking about sushi, which he loves to eat. (Note to self: sushi has longevity properties!)

A very aggressive Navy wife (married to a very chilled-out naval officer) told me that I have to run with her husband; he is looking for someone to push him. I told her politely that I do not like running with people. Sometimes I go fast and sometimes I go slow forever. It is all in the moment and I don’t know where I will be in the future in terms of my run. I always humor myself when running, I figure any exercise is good, right?

Lastly, to the guy who suddenly appeared on my trail this evening, all fresh-looking (after I’d been at it for some time.) Yeah, I caught you. Busted foot or not, I still don’t like people looking all tough while trying to lose me. (I may have issues when it comes to competition. Ah well, I could have worse neuroses. . .)

The Rolex Submariner

You have got to love Rolex and their advertising. Appealing to submariners by naming a watch after them is genius. Nevermind putting a naval officer in the advertisement:

If you shipped out on the Skate, the Shark, or the Nautilus, you’d recognize this face, Rolex submariner.

Wow, for 175 clams, I’ll take ten! (Please ignore the fact that his collar device is high and to the left. . . Which is only good if you are a pitcher facing a left-handed hitter.)

50 Cent Disrespects the Marine Corps

There are so many things wrong with rapper 50 Cent wearing a Marine Corps Gunnery Sergeant’s uniform and a naval officer’s cover that I won’t bother pointing them all out:

50 Cent, Marine Corps Gunnery Sergeant or Naval Officer?

You might want to read what the good folks over at the Terminal Lance forum have to say. (Caution: Sailors and Marines can get a little salty in their wordage, be warned. . . )

Blind Navy Ducks

The hallways at work are often crowded and I learn to expect certain people in certain areas. It only makes sense, right? So I’m plodding down the hall at my usual fast clip and I see Marine camouflage. And I think it is the Captain, a Marine. He is a prior Warrant Officer and keeper of many a humorous tale.

Hey- what’s up, man? I ask him, glancing at his uniform, rather than his face. We are, after all, right around the corner from his desk.

Good morning Sir, the surprised Master Sergeant says to me.

Achhhhh. We are passed each other and I groan. The Master Sergeant and I work on a collateral duty together. I should know what he looks like. I’ll see him later in the day when I have to brief our group.

Later in the day, after my brief, I go over to him. Hey Master Sergeant, I thought you were the Captain. And I think I called you man!

Sir, you did, he replies.

Sorry ’bout that, Master Sergeant.

He smiles. I’ve come to expect it from this place. 

I don’t know whether he’s come to expect it from blind Navy dudes or from officers. But I stay quiet.

Even worse than those two categories is some blind duck who is both. A naval officer. . .

Get Into the Nigerian Navy, Now!

Nigerian Navy

Good news, a forum that offers advice on how to get into the Nigerian Navy has surfaced. You can go here and ask all those burning questions you have been saving up:

-Hey fellas, just got information that the Nigerian Navy is recruiting for graduates to serve as officers.forms are selling for N1,000 at all navy installations nationwide.submission ends august 11.hnd and degree holders only,male and female.age between 25-35.full details on Guardian newspaper tuesday 18th july. goodluck,
whatever u do, dont stage a coup in ten years time!!!

-how much do they pay does anybody know, and what are the benefits?

-Its not about money, its about serving your country, taking your ships your aircraft carriers and your submarines to protect Nigeria not how much they pay!

-yea right who do you think I want to work for Salvation Army? I need Money

-all the people i have informed do not buy the idea. they claim the job security there is almost like a prison.

-If the ability to swim is not compulsory, then the Nigerian Navy is a complete joke. There are no two ways about it.  It is not only a sign of incompetence for a Naval officer to be a landlubber, the Nigerian Navy itself directly endangers the lives of all those sent out to sea without proper training. Naval personnel that cannot swim. What a ridiculous notion. Anyway, it’s Nigeria so why should anyone be surprised?

Ha ha, I did not mean to enjoy myself quite as much as I did reading these gripes.