had a weird dream. one of being on a death row. 14 people, hands tied behind their backs, kneeling on the ground. one jap soldier with a rifle. i was number 13. i didn't count, i just knew. strange. one by one, rounds were discharged from that lone executioner. what goes through your mind in a time like this? they say life flashes before your eyes. trust me, there ain't time. thought of reciting the lord's prayer a final time but i figured, there won't be time to complete it. all i could think of was...
somehow when it was my turn, it didn't hurt. you could feel the impact of the bullet slamming into your body and then the warmth of your blood slowly flowing. but there wasn't any pain. i just laid there and waited for my time to come. as ironic as it may sound, it was almost peaceful.

never too early to start training. a pity i never got the support i hoped for. anyhow, i've got two awesome part-time coaches. that should compensate.

some people's head are just too big for them.