OK, I loved the blog idea at first, but damnit Chuck, this fucking clock thing really has me dreading a post.
Yet here I am. Holy Mother of God, 37 days! That's just a few more than a month. Wait - we were just planning this in
DECEMBER, right? Can we go back just a bit... like to January?
OK, things are not sooo bad, and if I really hustle, eat perfectly, train 4-5 days a week, nail my swimming yardage, and perfect the stairs workouts, I should be fine.
I guess I'll panic come June 24th, if I need to. Don't have time right now.