Their byrnies were drenched in blood and rays shone from their spears

I've been frustrated and dejected lately, due to the seeming ineffectiveness of Project Valkyrie. By which I mean, I'm not losing any weight. Then yesterday the PiC and I went to Hill Country State Park and hiked 8 miles. Easily. Somewhere between the climbing and the racing and the kayaking, I've become a person who can hike 8 miles whenever she feels like it. Which is a lovely reminder of why I called it Project Valkyrie in the first place.

I would still like to lose ten pounds, because hauling my Valkyrie posterior up overhangs is harder than it should be, but it's nice to realize that the exercise is paying off.

Except when it comes to weed-whacking. I used the weed-whacker for twenty minutes tonight and my arms are shaking so badly I can hardly type.