RT

I like RT. Some guys I know spit on it as a waste of time. It does affect my schedule (as I know to my detriment), and screws up time for loved ones (drastically). But there are some good points I feel.

I like the very pedestrian attitude RT men take to performing exercises. Just go through the motion, complete the 20 sessions and get the hell out. Fast in, fast out. Sweat a little for the record and free up the calorie count for the nice family dinner afterwards.

I also like the reality of it. The fact that we are all part of the super large cohort of "unfit" soldiers. There is nothing much to laugh at; we are all the same and in the same boat. Amidst groans of fatigue and keyed up counting of repetitions, there is this bemused camaraderie among us: the strain of the exercise or the unbelievable amount of reps set out for us to do is often shown by a resigned smile and a shrug from the guy next to me.

Plain, simple, go in and go out. If only life was simple for me. At least for RT I know that, do or die, 3 sets of exercises and two hours later I am out of it. Do that for 20 sessions and I am done for the year. And I do get bit fitter.

With the pile of shit coming up from school and the lack of some very basic fundamental support and understanding from others, I sometimes just wish that my life, especially now, is just like RT. Just do it, shrug and then carry on.