So getting in shape for OCS has been no small challenge. What has been the hardest, in fact, is being told I have to get in shape and actually complying with this order. Lord knows I do not like doing what people tell me to do. This little personality trait is so conspicuous that a LOT of people have expressed the desire to be a fly-on-the-wall at OCS just to experience the satisfaction at seeing me get yelled at and ordered around. An ex-boyfriend flat out told me that I won’t thrive in the Navy since I do not take orders well…but he didn’t realize that I just didn’t take orders well from him. (Maybe if he was paying back my student loans while we were dating, I would have been more willing to ask how high and all that.) Truth be told, one of the reasons I most resist being told that I need to do a bunch of stuff before I even arrive at OCS is that I don’t feel like I should bother spending extra time doing what will be (essentially) my job over the next 12 weeks. I mean that’s why I am going to OCS–to develop myself physically, mentally, and morally (that’s a list directly from the OCS gouge. I personally question the assumption that my morals or my mentals need developing). Why spend my time now working out when I have other more important stuff to do?
Anyway, back to getting in shape, or PT in Naval terms. I fought with myself about pursuing physical fitness before I got there but deciding I had better go for it. Partly this was inspired by my April 2014 trip to England, and after 2.5 weeks of eating and drinking in obscene decadence, I definitely needed to do some kind of physical exercise (or suffer gout). Since it was recommended that I start a regime of running, or at least swimming, and doing push ups, I obviously dispensed with that advice and joined the hot yoga studio. I do swim and used to swim laps for many years, but I figured the yoga would work my upper body better. And this has turned out to be true. When I started HY a few months ago, I couldn’t do a full regulation push up. Well I could (do one, and one only), but I couldn’t do a yoga push up, which is bit more difficult, since your elbows are kept close in to the body. I didn’t have the strength for that. Honestly, the little girl photo I have on my about me page grew up to be 5’8″ and built like a prepubescent boy. I have twig-like arms made for playing Game Boy, not doing push ups. But HY whipped me into shape. Seriously, it is intense. They crank it up to 105℉ in the studio and work you like at the end of the class your baby will be born. Just making it through a class alive feels like a significant achievement. So you can imagine I felt like Captain America, when, a number of weeks ago, I discovered I could do high-to-low plank one-legged. You heard me: one-legged vinyasas!! Ohhh nelly! I’m a beast!
So let’s see how I measure up to the minimum PT standards for OCS. Again, I refer to the OCS gouge.
For women, comfortably run a 12 minute mile and a half, 30 push-ups, and 40 curl-ups.
Oh dear god. 30 push ups. A 12 minute mile and a half. Oh. I am going to be in a world of hurt.
Further research: Steroids.