Sorry it has been a so long since I've posted. Academics and my extra curriculars have really been kicking up in the last few weeks. Now that things are starting to wind down in time for Thanksgiving break, I find myself with a few minutes to update everyone on the events of late October.
On the 27th, my battalion had to take our Corps PT test. I was a little aprehensive about it only because I had never taken a Corps PT test since I was on Detatched Service with Band Company during the last one. Part of me wishes I had been there so I could have compared my two scores, but then again it is not everyday you have the oppourtunity to march with the nation's oldest collegiate band in the Battle of Plattsburgh Parade.
The night before was the Regimental Ball. I had not gone because one, I am not a dance/ ball/ party type of person and two, I was as sick as all could be. Nearly everyone else in my platoon had attended the ball, but we all had a midnight formation regardless of attendance to the dance. At this time we had no previous notice that we would be conducting a PT test the following morning and we were told that it would take place approxiamtley five and a half hours beforehand. All previous plans of staying up late were quickly extinguished.
In the morning we all formed up on the UP and one of my staff sargeants began to lead stretch. Everyone was pretty motivated to do well and you could feel the nervous energy among us. Soon enough the entire battalion is on the UP and everyone started the push-ups which were followed by the sit-ups. I was able to knock out 35 push-ups and 48 sit-ups. My goal was to at least reach the minimum of 19 push-ups and 53 sit-ups. I was very happy to greatly exceed the push-ups and dissapointed, but yet motivated to work on my sit-ups.
The next event was the most dreaded for me.
The 2 mile run.
Never in my entire life have I ever met minimums for running in any PT test. The week before at Corps PT, I had clocked a 20:12 two mile. The minimum is 18:54. I felt pretty confident I could just barely make that if I really put out and gave it everything.
It was very cold this morning at about 20 degrees Fairenheit. I know this is not nearly as cold as it gets, but I hadn't been under 60 degrees Fairenheit in over a decade. I felt it best just to run in my half-PT gear and my running suit jacket.
If I learned anything that day it is this: if it's cold, wear pants.
I began at my starting mark and was speaking to one of my Rook buddies when one of my company's platoon sargeants gave the signal to go. Needless to say, I didn't take notice and started a few seconds late.
Once I got into the swing of things, I felt pretty good about my pace.
The last two laps were miserable. Among entering the last lap, my rook brothers came along my side to run with me. I had just under three minutes to finish the last lap and I was feeling pretty sick. As I was approaching the edge of the tour strip, I made street pizza. Those on the tour strip started to heckle me for it, but my rook brothers stood up for me. Time and time again they stick up for me and support me. It continues to reinforce the bond that rooks experience here and I would not trade my brothers for the world. With their support I finished the two mile in 18:40. I was beyond elated.
Across the board my platoon significantly improved their PT scores. I'm very proud of them and all of the accomplishments my platoon has had so far.
Norwich is what you make of it and if you want you can use it as the greatest building tool in your life.
Have a great week everyone.