32 Days - THE RACE

THE RACE

Quit, give up, your beaten, they shout out and plead

There is just too much against you now.

This time you can't succeed.

And as I start to hang my head in front of failure's face

My downward fall is broken by the memory of a race,

And hope refills my weakened will as I recall that scene

for just the thought of that short race rejuvenates my being

A children's race

Young boys, young men now I remember well,

Excitement sure, but also fear, it wasn't hard to tell.

They all lined up so full of hope

Each thought to win the race

Or tie for first, or if not that at least take second place.

And fathers watched from off the site

Each cheering for his son

And each boy hoped to show his dad that he would be the one.

The whistle blew and off they went young hearts in hopes of fire

To win, to be the hero there was each young boy's desire

And one boy in particular, his dad was in the crowd

Was running near the lead and thought

My dad will be so proud.

But as he speeded down the field across a shallow dip

The little boy who thought to win

Lost his step and slipped

Trying hard to catch himself, his hands flew out to brace

Amid the laughter of the crowd he fell flat on his face.

So down he fell, and with him hope, he couldn't win it now.

Embarrassed, sad, he only wished he could disappear somehow.

But as he fell, his dad stood up and showed his anxious face

Which to the boy so clearly said "get up and win this race".

He quickly rose, no damage done, behind a bit that's all

And ran with all is mind and might to make up for his fall.

Still he gave it all he had and ran as though to win

Three times he'd fallen stumbling, three times he'd rose again

Too far behind to hope to win he still ran to the end.

They cheered the winning runner as he crossed the line first place

Head high and proud and happy,

No falling, no disgrace,

But when the fallen youngster crossed the line last place,

The crowd gave him the greater cheer for finishing the race,

For all of life

Is like that race with ups and downs

And all we have to do to win

Is rise to our heavenly father each time we fall,

Quit, give up, your beaten, people shout in my face,

But another voice within me says, "Get up and win this race".

Day 44 - Run in such a way to win

I am so tired…I have been getting sleep this week and last week but I a tired. i have been at this school for almost 4 years, I have been pushing with everything that I have in my for 4 years. I am tired. this week it is all hitting me and I can barely stand.

it is discouraging to listen to people who just walked into West Point and not truly appreciate the gift that they have or do not do work here and blow off grades and work and leader development. I can honestly say I want to break them more often than not (that is being very polity).

For the past 4 years I have pushed with everything that is in me. I have never given up an inch of ground I have worked my classes like crazy, I have squeezed the most out of my leadership positions.

Over all I have gone from class rank plebe year mid 600, yuk year mid 500, cow year

Academic Program		Military Program Score		Physical Program		Cadet Performance (overall)
Score (APSC)	Rank in class (APR)	Score (MPSC)	Rank in class (MPR)	Score (PPSC)	Rank in class (PPR)	Score (CPS)	Rank in class (CPR)
2.972	510	3.331	380	3.128	267	2.963	404

to where I am now

Academic Program		Military Program Score		Physical Program		Cadet Performance (overall)
Score (APSC)	Rank in class (APR)	Score (MPSC)	Rank in class (MPR)	Score (PPSC)	Rank in class (PPR)	Score (CPS)	Rank in class (CPR)
3.148	425	3.636	171	3.391	107	3.131	246

(these scores as of start of firstie year)

I am not posting this to brag but I am posting more for myself to see what it is that I have accomplished to know that I have not run in vain.

I want to be able to stand on that stage in 44 days and know without a shadow of a doubt that I did my absolute and unfettered best and I left nothing on the table. when I cross the finish line in a race I what to know what I have nothing left if I know I have something less than I did not do my best.

When I see people who are costing by and not giving it their all it is so discouraging and infuriating to me because they are not doing their best and sometimes they make fun of me for doing my best and working so hard.

I believe my soldiers deserve my best and they deserve for me to be the best officer I can be without a question or doubt so that is what I am working to give them.

I am at the end of the race and I do not know what I have left. I can barely work anymore. I want to give up. I want to stop and rest. I want to know I made a difference. But there are 10 meters left and I have to pick up my knees, pump my arms and truck forward because it is in the last 10 meters of a race that you have to sprint with all that is in you because you have nothing left and you want to quite but you cannot, you will not.

RUN THROUGH THE TAPE, FINISH THE RACE MARKED OUT FOR YOU WITH ALL THAT YOU HAVE AND WHEN YOU HAVE RUN THROUGH THAT TAPE AND HAVE COLLAPSED REMEMBER THAT YOU GAVE IT YOUR ALL!!!!!

ALL IN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

47 Days - WOW this really is going to happen

I took my ASU (army service uniform) into be tailored the other day and it started to hit me that this is really going to happen. I am about to graduate and become an officer in the United States Army. WOW

I finally realized that I hate working out with no purpose and with goal of some unattainable physical fitness level. So I started training for my grappling match on the 26 of April. It is double reg championship I am hitting it hard and I will be ready. I have been watching the Rocky's this week and it motivated me so much to watch him working out with a purpose and a measureable out come at the end of this time. I love to fight I want to fight all the time. I think some day I want to get into cage fighting.

WOW almost there!!!!