Half way

Today is the last day before I crest the hill and start rolling down the other side. I only wish I could raise my arms in celebrations, but alas they are so sore I can barely type (this is not one of my exaggerations I can literately feel my chest muscles being used to type due to how sore I am). Yes, I am in the throws of muscle building and there is only so much that ibuprofen can do. No one said building muscle was easy; and I don't want to metabolize all muscle and be left with all fat. So, I press on in the face of pain, hardship, famine, weight lifting classes, sweat, tears, hairballs, and beautiful summer days so that I have guns that all will covet.

Today is day 42 and I have 42 days left. Today is the end of 6 weeks! Only 42 days to go. And I've already accomplished 42, so I should be able to do this. Granted Padre will be tough with the no drinking, but I'll try to fill my time oogling boys on the beach and looking for someone to fill the position of cabana boy and sunscreen applier. After Padre I only have 3 weeks and it should be a steeper down hill from there cause food will be on the horizon. This is all I can type today...I must rest and drink more water.