Three weeks dissolved without me noticing. A full month here now, and for the first time things were genuinely moving in the right direction.
Training had come a long way. We built back up carefully after my injuries, but once I was healed on day five we stopped holding back. Five miles was comfortable for me now and I felt proud of that in a way I had not felt proud of anything in a long time. My combat had improved alongside it and my body was finally changing, filling out the way it should. Sean called it getting meat on my bones.
