Everyday . . . I fight for my love.

So, today is Valentine's day and I'm still in Iraq. Lori sent me a box for Valentine's and it had all the fixin's for my 7-11 urges that I get. I had nachos with a can of nacho cheese and a Big gulp cup to fill and watch movie with. I got her a gift, but the mail is so slow that she probably won't get it for another 4 or 5 days.

The weather is warming up here. Today it's about 75 maybe 80 and it feels awesome. It's just right, not too hot with a slight breeze. I have a PT test coming up on Wednesday so I've got to get ready for that. I don't mind taking the PT test. It's easy. I max the push ups (75 push-ups in 2 minutes . . . I'm done in 1 minute) and sit ups (same thing) are easy for me. The run will be the interesting event. Since I broke my foot I can't run. I have a profile that says I am not to run and that I am to do the walk for the PT event. I know what you're thinking, "Walking for PT? I can do that!" Not so much. It's not too bad, but this is what it is: you have to walk 2.5 miles in less than 33 minutes. Keep that pace up for a 1/2 mile and your shins are burning. After a mile, it just goes numb. My cardio is fine, I have no problems with that. I'm just mad that I have to take the walk and that I can't run. Now I can't get a perfect score on my PT test. I guess it could be worse. So, now that I have that this week, I have to alter my gym routine so that my muscles get the right amount of rest before Wednesday. I hate that part. I want to be in the gym twice a day. I love it. I feed off of it. I am finally starting to build up this 13 year old prepubescent female body of mine into a highly tuned machine and I have to take 3 days off. Damnit. Just breath.

Work is still work and I still can't complain. We haven't seen anything too interesting lately. There are rumors floating around, (as always), and they sound good, but I am hesitant to believe them. Like I say with the Army . . . you never where your going until the day after you get there. My R&R leave is in April and I hopefully will see some of you during that time. We will see. They are talking of canceling my R&R and not letting me go. I can't get into details, but maybe the practical jokes weren't such a good idea. Seriously, it has nothing to do with the jokes. I wish you all the best and thanks for stopping by.