Today I took my “record” APFT. (Army Physical Fitness Test.) This test was particularly important to me, because if I scored in the 90th percentile in all three events (push-ups, sit-ups and two-mile run) I would be able to do physical training on my own as opposed to doing it every morning with the company.
It was a rainy morning, somewhat cool. The first event is always pushups, at which I excel. I had questions about the run, because I really hadn’t timed myself in a two mile event for a couple of months.
The pushups went great. In two minutes I did 98. My goal was 100, and I’d tested myself on Saturday and was able to get 100, but the body has different capabilities on different days and at different times. 98 was way above 100th percentile for my age, though.
Next was the situps. When you do 98 push-ups, you really have to engage your midsection at the end. Your hip flexors and abs get a workout, so they were already fatigued. Plus, the ground was muddy and the person holding my feet had a tough time holding them down. I did 74, which was the least I’d done in my last 5 PT tests. It was in the 98th percentile, but I felt a little let down because my string of perfect scores was broken.
So next was the run. For most people, it’s the most dreaded portion of the APFT, mostly because it lasts the longest. No matter how good a runner you are, running your hardest for two miles hurts.
I finished the run in 12:24. Well over 100 percentile.
But I hate second place. Not as much as last place (unless there’s only two competitors), but it bugs me. Yesterday, I finished second on Soldier of the Month Board. I lost to someone who’s been in the Army for almost six years. Still. Two days in a row of second place doesn’t suit me.