I am now the father of a newborn boy, born today. I feel awesome, he's so beautiful.
I'd like to say something hardcore and brutal. That I swallow steel and spit out rivets. That I can take stuff the life tried to pound me with today and can wipe the blood from the side of my mouth with a shirt sleeve, and ask life to keep coming.
I know I can't do that. But I have to.
I ate as well as I could today, without a workout in the traditional sense. Let's just say that today was one non-stop gut check, which should continue tomorrow. I was tested today, like Job ... and I think I passed.
Everyone is ok - both at home and at the hospital. It's me I'm wondering about.