Digging a Whole

On the weekend I dug.
I dug a whole lot. I dug a lot the weekend before too.
You see, our house (the one that is frustratingly close to completion) needs water. We need the water to drink, shower, fight fires and bidet our arses, but the house, It needs the water in a whole other way. It needs blood too, in the same way.
So I dug on the weekend.

and here's a picture.

gross, ain't it?

I dug a dang lot. There seems to be a thing with guys. A sort of Alpha-male thing that works overtime with their kids. It says to them (implicitly, not verbally), 'These are your children they once were only young. You were young long before they were young. You made mistakes that cost you some inconvenience. They will make the same mistakes if you don't warn them. They will blunder in and only you can save them'
Thankfully it doesn't take time to say things implicitly. And it does so clearly and totally unlike what I just wrote. It's like there is just one word(I'm going nuts with the markup today. [gog]) that means all of that, the id just says it, and you know. (This isn't supposed to be the you know... kind of you know, but the kind of you know where you just...know, you know?)
So I spent the last two weekends digging trenches. Did I ever mention the Rock? He does, but I have some and I had to dig through it. We've got a lot of sandstone.
And we've got a lot of quartz.
At least, I think it's the quartz that sparks when I hit it with the pick-axe.
So, the point.
I'm really sore. I haven't been doing much exercise recently. I'm flabby. My girly hands are devoid of calluses thanks to my desk job. I haven't knocked myself around hard enough to form scabs for ages. And the only time I get sore, aching muscles is the day after I go to the gym.
I'm such a wuss.
But not any more. I've been eating the quartz and sandstone. I've been cutting inch thick slivers of solid stone with each stroke of the pick-axe and have been headbutting the earth itself, taking the rock and the iron-ore and forging solid steel in my veins. I pump iron more than literally. I pump it super-literally. (I pump more literal meaning into it than physically possible) I can smash mountains with my eyelids and flatten buildings with my... you don't want to know.

Nikko smashing mountains with his eyelashes

Crumble!!

Of course, I can't lift my arms today. They've imbibed so much toughness that they have hardened into inflexible rods, just like steel. Steel that hurts to touch. (that is, the steel hurts) My back has taken out a restraining order from some god or goddess that doesn't like where I'm heading with this, which is to bed. I've got to get up in the morning and be awesome. Do you?