So after a month or so of a computer virus that Craig, being the doctor that he is, fixed a long time ago; I realize once again I'm the biggest slacker. So now that I'm a few months in to my Army thing, collecting GIANT paychecks of about $100 after taxes, I found that I have about 2 days a month to "myself." Really I have zero, but I like to think posotive.

So my first training almost killed me, literally hundreds of pushups, situps, and other painful exercises I didn't know existed. I did a mile run backwards which I'd never done before...

The most recent drill weekend I did was better, probably because I went into it knowing I'd die. It's all about your outlook, I realize 29 years later, I knew all this pain was a good thing. Many gay cliches (<-?) come to mind as I do my 322nd pushup- "pain is weakness leaving the body" "if you cheat, you only cheat yourself" etc. etc... I was pleasantly surprised to see my first 6-pack ever (on my own body that is) and feeling like a spry 28 year-old. We did a 7 mile force march (basically walking as fast as you can without jogging) with fake weapons and in a tactical formation. I thought it was pretty fun, I HATE running but I can walk forever. Randomly we'd stop and pretend to be looking for the enemy off in the distance or something. And randomly we'd get punished with pushups because someone wiped their nose or blinked funny. I did enjoy, about halfway through the march, overhearing two kids complaining about how they were too old for this and waa waa waa. One siad he was 24, the other replied "I'm 26, how do you think I feel??" To which I couldn't help but look back with a smile, keeping pace "I'm gonna be 30 this year, bitches." That was the last I heard of them whining. I was known as "old guy" or "old man" the rest of the weekend.

Anywho, it's pretty awesome and I can't wait to go to boot camp and come back a 155 pound stack of huge muscles.