He's a nice guy. He's 28 and joined the Army recently. He's about to graduate from bootcamp.
Talking to him has shaken up my little world.
I know that over the past 16 months, I've had my own struggles with becoming independent.
Talking to him, he's had his own struggles for the past 11 weeks. And it's all purely survival.
He drank and smoked before he entered. Now he can run 2 miles in 13 minutes.
I'm feeling down.
As much as I've struggled to get my own life and become independent and strong, he's had to become strong on a whole new level.
I know it's apples and oranges, but talking to him, I realize that I would be a prisoner of war, rather than a soldier. I'd be useless...worse, I'd be a burden.
Tell me I'm being ridiculous.
Tell me that if I keep sticking to my diet and working out, I'd still not be in his league because he's getting training and I'm not.
Agghhh...this feeling sucks.
I'm very proud of him. Not so proud of me right now.
