Feeling better. Like a shipwrecked boat that has been washed to the beach by the waves. To rot as its soaked structures collapse and become food for weevils and ants. My tattered windswept sails are fluttering gently, no longer being torn apart by the furious gale.
I did my exhaustion test. 40 pushups. I will start week 5 on the 3rd column for even though I did 40 pushups, I did 41 last week. Plodding on. Believing firmly that the hardest iron goes through the hottest fire.
Gawd! Somebody please shoot me and put me out of my misery.