The streets look different when you’re biking through it 6:30 AM in the morning. The morning is waking and the streets are wet from calm overnight dew. People are sound asleep still in their beds and a car passing by is a rare sight to see. I really enjoyed the morning ride, there is a slight decline in the elevation all the way through the route, so it’s easier going there and a lot hard coming back. But man, the morning ride… it was quite sensational, beyond words. Everything was going well until I fell … again. This is my 3rd fall since I’ve gotten up here since August 17th when I came up here… I didn’t fall hard cuz I wasn’t riding too hard either, but I think I got a foot down before I fell, so no part of my body hurt except my hands. I got there on time, though. After the morning formation, we had quite a workout. We unloaded about a ton, literally, two huge wooden cartons containing 900 pounds in one and 1100 pounds in the other. Each bag in each carton weighed about 200 pounds, cuz there was only about 4 bags in each wooden box. And I continued my work for a while, and then I went about trying to order mischelleneous stuff for Captain Powell. Then I finished his organizing stuff, filing MARKS, then had some lunch, got my weapon assigned to me, and I finished cleaning that in about an hour. The ride back home finished my 30 mile trek during the weekend. It’s quite weird now that I bike back home in BDUs and boots, it’s not the most comfortable, but it sure beats trying to pack all my stuff in the bag. Went to church at 6:45, but I didn’t pay attention to anything. Just the fact that I went when my body told me not to, I think alone was a feat on its own. But church means so much more to me when I make that extra effort and go beyond the limits. I feel more closer to God being tired and not paying attention than not being tired and paying attention.