Pain is just weakness leaving the body

I don't know where I read that, but it strikes a chord doesn't it? I mean, within reason, naturally. There are times (white out burning shattered bones sticking out your forearm blood everywhere fuck fuck fuckity fuck fuck, just as an example) when pain is your body telling you 'whoa, slow down there hammer, check yoself before you wreck yoself, savvy?'.

But that is taking things quite literally. There are many definitions of pain, and these past few days have been full of nearly every kind. White hot stinging, physical and mental exhaustion, mind numbing, carpel tunnel, even a pinch of pain of the heart. But here I am, still alive and kicking for what its worth.

I recently set myself some goals for the near future, with the not-so-near future in mind. Make that ridiculous goals. Trust me, I shot for the moon this time (among other standouts, up at 5 am bed by 11 every day? wtf is I dum or something?)

I did my best, but it was somewhat of an unreasonable summit to be perfectly honest.
But even the most ridiculously overpriced Ferrari in the world cannot jump from 0-60 flat without going through a few gears changes, right? Its true, I watch Top Gear so I"m pretty much an expert on Italian cars.

But It's coming together now.
Already I'm feeling healthier, my mental thought processes are clearing up and I think my vertical jump went up at least half an inch. On track to win next year's NBA Dunk contest no doubt (another challenging yet perfectly attainable goal I fully intend[ed] to achieve).

I have no idea how long I can keep this up, but all I can say is, I am growing more and more confidant in my immortality as the days go by.