The New Year

Things are progressing. I feel a little stronger, a little bigger. Finals and holidays made for a couple of tough weeks, but I'm back into it. I really like the workout spreadsheet because it makes me keep track of my workouts, and holds me accountable to myself as well as the team. That said, it's interesting who works out and who doesn't. Tyler is making the A team because he puts in the effort. Rudee also works out, which I didn't expect. CGU Mike is certainly making a good case. Logan puts in some work. Rook is impressing me. Markham hasn't done shit seriously, and Reed and Carl either haven't done anything, or haven't marked it down. I unfortunately suspect the former.

I really feel like a lot of it is my fault. Yeah, it's on them, but it's also on me to set the example and make people want to work. I'm scrawny, so it's tough for me to tell people to lift. I'm not that fast, so it's tough for me to tell them to sprint. I've got to step it up and bust my ass so that they will do the same.

Yesterday my dad said that I had the frame, and that if I could put on 20 more pounds of muscle, I'd "be a fuckin' monster." He's my dad, yeah, but I think he's right. Clearly 20 pounds is a lot, but hey, my brother put that on since the summer. I've just got to get serious. I always say that, but this time it's for real.

It's a new year...clean slate.