Military Fitness. What I’ve Learned Through being BEASTED.

Ialmost miss the hypnotic beat of marching. Seriously, there’s nothing quite like the rhythmic pounding of boots to keep you in shape. Marching for miles, rain or shine, was the bread and butter of army life. Eventually, I levelled up to become a PTI (Physical Training Instructor), responsible for running company TABs (Tactical Advance to Battle). Imagine leading a bunch of soldiers through the countryside/ It was fantastic for fitness and teamwork, even if my quacking left something to be desired.

Ah, the acronyms! The military loves a good acronym.

The log run was one of my favourite if not “utterly gruelling” exercises. Picture this: six to eight soldiers toting a 10-foot log, running over rough terrain. It was the ultimate test of fitness and team spirit. If one person slacked, the rest of us felt it — kind of like when you’re carrying a couch with friends and someone decides to take a coffee break halfway through. Your lungs felt like they were on fire, your muscles screamed, and yet, somehow, we always made it through. This was the epitome of teamwork and cardiovascular endurance.

Then came the assault course, the crown jewel of military fitness. It was like an adult playground designed by a sadist: cargo nets, balance beams, 8-foot walls, and concrete tunnels filled with mud, water and…