The pain means it is working, right?
I cannot believe how sore I am today after Thursday's PT. Let's just say the new Petty Officer in town has a vendetta... and a taste for others' pain. And I thought last week was bad? This week we did everything carrying a big ol' sandbag he referred to as our "buddy". By the end of the day... the sweat on my lips tasted more like shame than victory, but damnit I didn't quit (and I'm still sore today to prove it). Hopefully I will be able to go up and down stairs a little easier than yesterday.