17 January 2016 by Lisa Meloncon<\/p>\n
In the Army, you run a lot. Or at least I did. And to the Army\u2019s credit, they start you running early in basic training. It was the Saturday of our first full week, and we\u2019d been slowing increasing the distance we ran to prepare us for the final physical-training exercise that would help determine if we’d graduate from basic training. Once we’d formed at 5:00 am, one of our drill sergeants told us we would run eight miles that day.<\/p>\n
We started off by winding our way through the wooded areas close the base; then we headed back toward the barracks. One drill sergeant\u2014in perfect cadence to chants\u2014announced that we still had two miles to go. After the first couple of loops, the entire company began to slow as if we were running through mud, and heads craned for the barracks as we passed it. The drill sergeants would, of course, admonish us for our pace and tell us to keep our eyes forward. And so it went: slowing when we glimpsed the barracks, admonishment to pick it up, back on pace, and then it would all repeat. It took ten laps to finish the run. Even for this runner, that was one of the hardest two miles of my life. Why?, you ask. Because being tired and ready for the run to be over all the while seeing the finish line without being able to stop was torturous. And, of course, it was planned that way.<\/p>\n