A Run to Remember

No, its not a sequel to "A Walk to Remember" with prettyface Mandy Moore. It's Mr's Black's annual Individual Physical Proficiency Test (IPPT known to all guys) on Saturday and boy, was I nervous when I walked along the camp, looking with mixed feelings at the dreaded track encircling the field. So it had come, it had to come someday but yeah like last year, I was not well-prepared. I thought that I was the only crazy dude to book a test starting at 0730 hrs so I was pretty surprised when I see quite a lot of guys there already when I reached by 0745 hrs. (I will not book a test starting at 0730 hrs again unless the camp is situated right next to my camp. I am not the kind who would wake up at 6am to run and exercise, sadly.)

Anyway, I took the static stations first comprising of sit-ups, standing broad jump, chin-ups and shuttle run. All seems to be well (except for the chin-up station. I have to admit I am heavier, damn) until I proceeded to the track.

Running the 2.4 km.

(Flashback to the past when I was still lanky and lean. I didn't dread the run as I did now. Fast-forward to the present, I stared at the track, red and warm in the morning sun, inviting me to scratch its back. I looked around. It's funny when you can tell if a person is going to run well later by the look in his eyes. There were looks of hope, self-induced hope, despair and self-induced despair. I hope I was not looking too despondent that day.)

What happened then happened quickly. We lined up in 3 rows, answered a few questions on our health and readiness, and before I knew it, I was running. No, I was more like jogging. And as I jogged, I thought of a lot of things. (It's a waste to put your mind to rest when your legs are working so hard.) I thought of giving up, falling out of the test, when to fall out, should I fall out and a whole array of questions while my legs were pounding the track. I thought of the consequences and the rewards; the monetary incentive as carrot, the retest that I will have to take as stick. After the 3rd round (we have to run 6 rounds), I had decided that I had invested too much of my energy in this run that I could not fall out now. And so I ran.

As you can see, after all the aches and pain, I managed to pass the test. Not to say I achieved gold or silver awards which would have gotten me 400 or 200 bucks extra cash respectively. But Mr. Black is satisfied. I had managed to achieve what I set out to achieve, and so if you think that my result sucks, I would have said, "Yes, it does. But I am satisfied."

After all, its a run to remember.

Mr Black is a current undergraduate who resides in Singapore. This blog is a non-whimsical reflection of his life and the society in which he lives in at large.

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