Please excuse me I don't mean to be rude , But tonight I'm fucking you.

Enrique Iglesias .. only he could say that.

Running

Running can be so addictive (of course, except when you're running your lungs and intestines haywire in 2.4km or timed 6km runs). Just get the right pair of shoes, plug in your ipod with your philips sports earphones, let the music play and let your feet take control.

Somedays, I feel good. I feel like I could go on and on forever, I feel like my wiring's been messed up, as though the new nerve center of my body is way below, in my feet. instead of me controlling where they go, they take me wherever they want to go. The spirit of exploration and a sense of appreciation for the scenic great outdoors can really make your run an addictive experience. And the music? The music makes the whole experience the sex.

The last 2 days I've had those kinds of runs. Yesterday, I decided to go for my usual 5km run, and I ended up doing around 8km. Today, I decided to go for the same run, to relive that addictive sense of mobility and freedom, and sure enough, I ended up doing 11km !

Running, though I'm not very good at it, I've come to understand why people are so in love with this sport, (though, i really dislike running in NDU, cause every time i put on my running shoes there, i'll be running as though I'm trying to escape a zombie Apocalypse, and that's very different from the kind of run I'm talking about here LOL.)

All I can do is train harder, get tougher, and try to be a better person. Then maybe, someday you'll see something in me :)

Thanks to all my family and friends who came to share my special moment with me.

Its been a tough 7 months.

From my medical assessment,
to my vocational assessment,
to the interview,
to recieving my enlistment letter,
to enlistment,
field camp,
final mission,
route march,
fast march,
SIT test,
BEEP test,
diver fitness test,
IPPT ( the least of my worries lol.),
Timed runs,
Sea swims,
Sea Circuits,
scuba diving,
O2 diving,
boat PT,
Boat paddling
.. team building week

Shit, I've endured one roller coaster ride of emotions. Every day of this journey feels like it's been etched into my mind. Down the road, I can just imagine myself, digging out the 33rd Batch's Hell week photo, and I'll tell my son, "yeah, those were some unforgettable crazy times !!" And I'll tell him about each and every person in the class. We may not necessarily get along well with each other all the time. We may hate each other sometimes, we may fight among ourselves sometimes, but without realizing it, we share a very special bond. A bond that cannot be forged under normal conditions .. one that's different from any bond we'll ever have in this life again .. its a bond that's forged through rough and rugged times, through hell week, through a living hell.


But here I am today, standing at the finish line feeling satisfied. Whether all this training has made me a different person or not, I don't know, you decide.

All i know, is that now that I've earned my share of glory (like the people who've gone down the same path before me), I've got a responsibility to live up to the name of the Naval Diver. I won't let myself be any less tired every night, because that's the life here .. ITS HARDCORE !