5:30am- 8 miles up Davis Blvd. 10:XX first uphill mile, then 7:47ap with last mile downhill at 6:35. Legs felt springy today, maybe it's from yesterday's elliptical workout.
I'm feeling hyper-link-y today.
I had to fit in an earlier run so I could make it to work on time. Every year I get to attend a mandatory training focused on de-escalating distressed patients. We learn everyday things like: how to get out of a choke hold/strangling with chords/ pillow cases; hair grabbing, dodging thrown objects, hold downs, bites, etc. I usually come home with red rings around my neck, stretched out clothing, minor bruises, and a tad of PTSD- but today wasn't so bad because we had different instructors.
This is my fourth time taking the class. Nothing compares to the first year I attended the training. Both of the trainers were in the military and went in full force. They use to make us act in real time, so we could demonstrate what we had learned in the previous 4 hours. In an instant, they would suddenly turn into Satan's spans and begin throwing folded chairs, kicking, and throwing us up against the wall (quiet literally.) Then of course they would tag team and start coming at us from behind. I dare say that some of us went into survival mode and reverted to our survival instincts. I remember being scared to death and almost quit after that training. I wanted to do therapy, not dodge fists or have my pony tail forcibly removed from a patients grasp! (BTW these things happen, in fact, one nurse had part of her nipple bit off and that is the honest truth. TMI and I apologize, but it's serious!! :0 Lets not comment again on this part.)
Anyway, I was pretty cautious for the first few weeks, then I realized most of the other staff were generally more at risk. For some reason, the patients rarely attack the therapists or doctors. The poor nurses and techs take the majority of the beatings. The worse I've ever come in contact with was when an older lady grabbed my blouse like she was going to beat me up. She ended up NOT beating me up, but my shirt was pretty funky the rest of the day. However, today I walked out unscathed and grateful to survive another year of MANT training.
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