Static stations plus 2.4 KM = IPPT

Its the time of the year that both ns men and regulars to take their fitness test: the dreaded IPPT...

(For u ppl who dont know wats IPPT, it is a stardard Phyiscal Fitnes test that of we, men, take in the SAF.. it consist of static stations : pullup (chin-ups), Standing board jump, situps, shuttle run and lastly 2.4 km run... )

As a Regular in the army i have always pride in attaining the gold standard for ippt and this yearis no diffferent... i have under went strainous training, doing powerruns, running long distance to get to the level of fitness to a attain a gold .... BUT 2 nites before IPPT, i caught a cold !!!! and i felt that i could not take the test, althought i could postpone it for another day but i wanted to clear it ASAP... so i didnt thought of reporting sick...

The night before, drank lotsa water and got to bed early and slept like a baby. the following morning eventhough i felt alrite, my nose was still blocked and i thought to myself 'this is bad!!!' coz i had have to change my breathing style ...but i was determined to carry on..

i got the camp at 715am and started the test at 730 ... i recevied the worst news of the day, i was scheduled to run in detail 2 which means that i would be in the 2nd team to run the 2.4km.. .well i told myself 'hack!! at less now i have another reason to drop out." but i didnt....

I cleared all my static stations with ease ( 12 pullups, 40 situps in a min, 10sec for shuttle run, 239cm for braod jump) and the last show of the day the 2.4 km!!!!!!

I had to clock under 10 mins to get the gold standard.. and as i stood at the starting line... i told myself to be concentrate on my breathing and dont think about chasing the leaders of the pack... run your own race, pace your self and dont slow down.....

there were 40 ppl stacked at the start line, whistle blew and a wave of people blew past me....
I told myself keep cool, you catch up with them in the 3rd round, keeping to my strategy i ran my own race pushing myself to go faster after each round....

Amzingly i didnt even feel tired after 3 rds and truth to my words i caught up with the leaders f the pack... 4rds and i am starting to pick up my pace, i breath use steady and my legs with starting to burn in the 5 and final round... i told myself this it now is the time to push my self to the limit... i started to open up my legs and ran like my life depended on it.... 100meters to the end point... i was huffing and puffing... i could not see anyone but only that finish ing line....


In the end, i did surprising well, i clocked 9.38 min which i is reasonably a good timing, it made my day beautiful

When i got there i was

My greatest fear

Dear blog,

I sometimes ask myself what is my greatest fear.... and i have 2 of them...

I fear that when i we grow i will be like my dad....

My dad is an emotional man ... he is often very short tempered and he doesnt show love like other fathers. and it has been five years since my dad and mom have been divorced

and the reason of the divorce was not because of us but because he has mentally tormented my mom and us for more then 25 yrs with his gambling habits and both physical (Not that extreme)and verbal(extreme to the max) abusive behaviour... now that we dont see him, life is better but there are times i quarrel with my mom and i just keep having flash back of my dad

just last nite i had an argument with my mom and things got heated and i started raising my voice it came to a point when she told me that i was acting like my dad... and it frigthens me ... the man i never want to be is to be like my dad... and last nite i was HIM....

it is often said the a dysfunctional family is often a vicious cycle and i want to break that cycle but at this rate, i am going to become HIM.... I would rather remain single and alone then bring suffering to people that i love

DEAR BLOG

Dear blog,
I have negected u for a very long time.

It is because of the recent life changing events that has happened that i find time to write to u. to express my anguish and sorrow.....

This year as i have mentioned earlier has been a year of injuries. NOt only phyiscally but also mentally... and events that has happened in my family

I do not know if i have grown stronger or not, but i only hope that i have not grown weaker..

there are times that i feel so alone in this world that i have continually ask myself "wat is the purpose of my life?" "why do i suffer so much while others dont?'

I REALIZED that life is all abt trials and overcoming them , sometimes u never recover sometimes u do. and right now everything i do is not making things better