Day Five

Today was just as terrible as I imagined! Let me give you the lowdown.

We arrived at Hillcrest High School at ten to 6am for our last day of Hell Week. First, we donned our thirty-pound vests. Then, we lined up and started our rounds around the track...running. I don't run. Did you know that? I certainly don't run with shin splints. So, 1 3/4 way around the track, with the girl in front of me falling behind and pushing me behind, I get yanked out of line and told to drop and give 'em ten. Then I'm told to catch up, which I can guarantee you is not going to happen. I'm shuffling (a light run) all the way around the track for the third time...yeah...THREE!! One more time I had to drop and give them ten because I wasn't shuffling fast enough...ha!

As soon as I catch up we're told to run the bleachers, up and down, up and down, up and down about um....thirty times, I think. I'm dying at that point and COULD NOT catch my breath...COULD NOT! As soon as I finish that and take a 60 second break to try and catch my breath we're told to "run the hill." This hill is fondly referred to as ass-hole hill by the phase 2ers. Now I know why. We ran up the hill and down the bleachers, up the hill and down the bleachers. We were told to do ten laps, I made it through eight before being told to start my sit-ups. Seventy-five sit-ups later, we had to top it off with seventy-five push-ups.

Yup...that was hell week. I made it but I don't know if I'm embarrassed about my poor performance or just thrilled that I survived. Here comes the weekend! WOOT!