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The time had finally arrived for us to dig deep, block out any pain, and go to war. Throughout the long circuit, I was pacing myself at a high rate. I knew I had to maintain that rate throughout and all would be good. I remember blasting through the pull-ups with ease, as each station had an instructor or pro fighter counting our reps. I blanked everything out, I just kept pushing and pushing without a distracting thought, which helped.

My muscles were aching and my lungs felt like they would pop, but I took no notice. Arny and I were neck-and-neck throughout the circuit; it was a see-saw battle of wills. I would get a small lead at one station, then he would get the same at another. The last station before the run consisted of twenty squat jumps, and I was behind, my body staggered to the station as I wiped the sweat out of my eyes, to see Arny slowing down. Some weird jolt of energy came over me as I popped off twenty consecutive squat jumps like it was a walk in the park, then to run out first through the API doors, only to be assailed by the scorching sun on my face.