Determinator Moments

I'm a rock climber. I don't climb mountains, just walls.

There was a particularly difficult one I was trying to climb. It took me twenty-something tries before the guy belaying me said "You giving up?"

I looked at him square in the face and said "no."

I climbed the entire thing immediately after.

I was put on the AMG crew. First week of Mo&E training kicked my ass (the drill is pretty physical). Second week I did worse than the first and the Sgt on the crew talked to me, asking me if I wanted to be on the crew. After that weekend, I started beasting that drill. Come table 8, first time go. 94 on Road March, 97 on Emplacement.

Last year, I broke my right fibula. When I was finally allowed by the doctor (who looked like Harry Potter, by the way) to do tae kwon do again, my ankle was still in a bit of pain. Come class time, we were working on shuffling drills. My instructor noticed I was having a bit of trouble and asked if I wanted to stop. I told him no and finished the drills anyway. It was quite satisfying.

I almost beat Ghosts N Goblins in one sitting once...

I once sat down on the toilet for 5 hours straight in the middle of the night.

I wrote three essays in one day. TWICE.

Pack it up, guys. It's over. X won the thread.

Also, I watched the 10 Minute Afro Circus vid. THREE TIMES. AND I ENJOYED EVERY SECOND OF IT.

edited 6th May '13 2:52:23 AM by Alma

I had a hard time opening a bottle of soda once.

The bottle was right in front of me. I looked at it, but it just stood there, mocking me with its mere existence. The crown cork opener had sacrificed itself to take the last dozen bottles with it, but one bottle remained.

I smirked, thinking this battle would be easy. Oh, how I was wrong. I held the bottle still with my left hand and prepared myself for the pain. My right hand shot forward, grabbed the crown cork and started pulling as hard as possible. I screamed as the metal mercilessly sliced through the flesh of my fingers, but there was no way I could let the bottle win!

My father once said: "When opening a bottle, my little Sarah... you cannot gain victory without making sacrifices."

'Truer words have never been spoken.' I thought, the metal cutting deeper into my flesh. I bit my tongue to stop myself from screaming even more, I could not give that bottle the satisfaction. Blood was dropping on the kitchen's floor and my pulling was starting to become weaker, not to mention that the blood made opening the bottle a slippery affair. I eventually dropped to my knees from the growing weakness and blood loss, my pulling was half-assed at this point. I could hear the bottle laugh at me, but I didn't care anymore. Tears were running down my cheeks.

Was this the end? Was I giving up? Was I perhaps going to be reasonable and just buy a new crown cork opener?

HELL NO!

With pure determination brimming in my eyes (or maybe my eyes were burning from the hot tears, I couldn't tell) I grabbed the crown cork again with my bloody hand and pulled with all my remaining strength. I screamed, this time out of hatred instead of pain.

"You will never open me! Just give up!" The bottle yelled.

"You give up..." I snarled. "On trying to make me give up!"

Never before had I thought of the 'pop' sound as so beautiful. This time it was not with the help with a crown cork opener, I did it all by myself. And what a feeling it was. I could only hold the bottle in the sky and scream in triumph.

And that is how I opened a bottle of soda once.

did any of the blood get in the soda?

No idea, I passed out and spilled all of the soda.

i cray ever tim

The truly important question. I mean, you wouldn't want that entire epic struggle to have been for nothing.

alas it was

Oh, we're bringing back Troper Tales in forum form? Cool.

"Not Making This Up" Disclaimer

claps at kay's story

-can open bottle with spoon-

-still impressed by kay's determination-

I don't think walking nearly thirty kilometers through the Lairig Ghru up in the Cairngorms with broken ribs, a twisted ankle and hypothermia beats that one.

Oh, oh, almost forgot. Sixty mile an hour winds, gusting to over eighty, driving horizontal rain in MY FACE the whole friking way wasn't nice either...

edited 6th May '13 8:09:42 PM by TamH70

Well, this one time I...

...uh...

...nope. I got nothin'.

I once ate a piece of food I didn't like.