Root by root

There is this ugly-ass rose bush on my side yard. It's totally diseased and really prickly. It's not a standard rose. It's like a rose weed. I hate it.

Yesterday I started hacking at it, just to cut it back so I wouldn't have to see it.

Then I figured, well, if I cut it back, it'll just grow again. So I starting pulling at it. Not a budge.
I thought, this is ridiculous. I'm never going to get this whole thing out.

I kept finding myself saying things like: "I can't do this." and then I got angry that a stupid, ugly bush could be stronger than me and it made me more and more determined.

Then I started digging around it. I swear the roots were like a tree down there. I suddenly realized the roots were much deeper than I thought. I suspected they might have gone all the way under the house. I thought, "this is too much. I'm not strong enough." But I kept digging and pulling and I dug and pulled until finally I got one root.

And I got tired and dizzy because it was hot out (yes, HOT out) and I was dehydrated so I went inside and got some OJ. And after some fuel I went back out and started hacking at it again. Hacking and pulling. Root by root. And I got some more roots. And then some more.

Finally, within about two hours, I got that damn bush out of my side yard.

And how sore am I right now? But how satisfied do you think I am?

Metaphor much?