A drag

Nothing really is going on here. San Antonio is an exciting city that I have not been able to see much of lately.

The 2 weeks here have been so so. This week particluarly. I wake up at 0430 for physical training that doesn't start until 0530. But we have to be there at ~0515 for accountability and what not. From there I get smoked by the instructors, along with the rest of my group. We happen to be the faster runners in the program, but they aligned us as the "all around better" group. I personally don't believe I belong because all I am capable of is running; not upper body exercises. Needless to say, I might come out of here looking like Schwarzenager (not really, but I'll be alot stronger) at the pace we are currently traveling.
The rest of the day is spent in the class room; that's 0830 to 1730 or later. From what I have been told it doesn't get any better. The days just seem to drag by. The way I see it, 3 PT sessions down, 12 to go and 2 weeks down 7 to go.

One day at a time. One day at a time.