Part 2.

Today was leg day. Meaning sprint up an extremely steep hill, come back down, run backwards up said hill, come back down, and then fireman's carry someone on your back while sprinting up said hill. It was tough. After the 2nd set, we all sprinted up again, but at the bottom, we had to have a race between the two squads. My squad brought the log up to the trail, so we were kinda already worn out by the time the "hill drills" started, but after the two sets, we were all worn out and sweaty, yet ready to complete the final two remaining sets. And so, we raced. One big carry/hill race all the way up, with one guy at the end to sprint. I carried a guy about my weight up the first part of the hill, and we changed over at the cones. I worked. I sprinted. The only thing running through my mind was "FIGHT!!!!". Which is the way it should have been. I put out. I felt strong. I felt motivated. There's no better feeling in the world than putting forth your best effort into something and finishing strong. My squad lost the race, so we kept the "bone" (log). Now...we have pride in that damn thing. It's almost as if we don't want to get rid of it (though we try with all our might). So we ran back with it, up over many hills and streets, stopping middle of the way to exercise with it. When we were about to pick it up to run over a large hill that my team didn't climb, another team wanted to do it. I refused. My team had it. And so we did.

After all this, we grappled today. I had fun. I went up against a kid smaller than me (so I didn't use a lot of strength, just technique...right after that I went up against a staff sergeant instructor whom I have a lot of respect for. He outweighed me by at least 30 lbs., though shorter, was stocky and had a low center of gravity. Even after they called time, I wanted to keep going. And so when I had my next guy directly after, same thing. Not a lot of strength, a lot of technique. All I remember with that match is that we kept going until the timer ran out.
After almost everyone had gone through, a Major was the last to do so. I liked this guy. Not only was he in my squad, but he sweated and had as much trouble as I did. But he kept going. I guess he had two of the legendary "strengths"; "Old man" and "Dad" strength. I refereed both of his first two bouts, and grappled with him on his last. What a really strong guy. Me and him went at it. Full force. He didn't quit, and I wasn't about to, either. I knew he was tired, and was trying some moves on me (which I got out of due to recent experience), but his strength didn't quit. When the timer guy called out "time", I seriously wanted to keep going.
We later trained together on a few moves. He later called me out, stating to me "If there's anyone here who can do this, it's you." Me, a supposed weak link...that felt pretty good.

Oh yeah, I quit smoking today. Smoking, mind you...I'm curbing my addiction with dip. And, it works. I don't want to smoke. All I'm working for will be for nothing if I start up again.

For humor...this is the man I've been training with for the past several months.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LhT2SnVdYZE
And he's the LAST guy you want to get in a fight with. Seriously, he's one of the baddest mofos on the planet.