I still can't wrap my head around the fact that this is only half of what August handles every single day. Half. Meanwhile, I've only done this for one day and I already feel like someone should carry me around on a royal-sized platter and feed me grapes for surviving. And according to Sage, yesterday was apparently light. Like... what?! Light? That was light?
Anyway, I wake up feeling like I've been hit by a very polite truck. Heavy, but not the bad kind of heavy. It's that kind of heaviness that sits in your muscles after you've actually done something. Moved. Acted. Worked. Like my body is telling me, "hey, good job, but also... ouch."
It's weird though—normally, when people are exhausted, they sleep in. Like normal human beings. But not me. No. Of course not. I'm wide awake at 3:00 a
