And having my mother yell at me is not helping. "Keep breathing! Pace yourself! Can you breathe? Go for another two! Push it! Don't stop just yet, get to level six!"
Shut up mother.
"You need to work harder!"
Thanks for the encouragement.
"And just how are you going to put up with your superiors yelling at you? All I'm doing is preparing you for what will happen in the Army."
For goodness sake, mother, I will not be yelling or back chatting because my superiors will not be my very annoying mother. Now please stop harassing.
Of course its funny how I have no problem taking orders from other people, somehow I can just shrug off anything they say and get on with the job. Yet, when my family start to speak critically I want to scream! In fact I have. There is more of a sting in a single comment from family. Nothing a stranger (because when it comes down to it, everyone I will work for and no matter for how long, will always have a certain amount of strange distance making it possible to work with them) can say will ever make me feel so utterly crappy. Only my family know what buttons to push.
And the thing is, I know my mother loves me and she is doing this for my benefit. However, this may just take time and effort, not yelling.
Come on leg muscles, get me out of this purgatory!