Physical fitness—more of the same, less tired at the end.
Hand-to-hand—learned what it takes to break joints. Not, Emmet assured me, something I’ll actually be doing to him at a later date. No kidding.
Firearms—I swear, I was sure for a while I’d break a shoulder with the recoil. So then I started flinching, until Mars explained how to deal with the recoil by physically and mentally preparing myself to accept it. Hell of a lot harder than it sounds. Mars says it will take time, but I’ll master it. Tomorrow I get to actually start shooting at targets.
Thursday: