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Name: Justin
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Sunday, March 27, 2005



Just finished the biathlon yesterday morning. Wow.

Woke up at 5:20 to shower and eat and everything.  Reached there 6:20 and registered and got my body marked with my number. Today I would be number 840 for the race.



Anyways, the race was flagged off at 8:10 and the course would begin in the water for the 1.5 km swim in a triangle around big orange buoys followed by a 10 km run up and down East Coast Park.  We all line up at the entrance to the beach and the horn sounds.  We were briefed that this morning the current would be pushing us towards the right so I run around to the outside of the crowd and dive into the water hoping to avoid the mass orgy of flailing legs and arms and bobbing heads.  1100 people splashing around in the water wearing red and blue swimming caps is quite a sight to see if you ever get the chance, even if you don't ever plan to participate in a biathlon ever (which everyone should give a shot anyways ).



Anyways, I'm off into our wonderful Singaporean green water where the only thing you can see are the legs in front of you that are about to kick your face.  Oddly enough I get little pinpricks every now and then all over my body...have no idea what the heck it is because it can't be jellyfish.  In my entire swimming training never once have I swam out in the open water so this is a new experience.  I find myself having to bob my head up every now and then just to make sure that I'm still swimming on the right course.  Forget to look up for a while and all of a sudden you find the entire group way off to your right and you're basically swimming by yourself in the wrong direction....suck it up and turn back again.  It's the hugest waste of time losing your direction but swimming on the outskirts of the group is the only way you're able to move forward without constantly being threatened by the legs of the swimmers in front of you.

Oh yes, almost like half of them were swimming breaststroke too which annoyed the heck out of me.  You'd be swimming freestyle and all of a sudden out of nowhere a big foot comes out and whacks you in the head or chest.  Yea ok breaststroke every now and then to get your bearings is alright but these guys that did it for the entire length were downright irritating.



Ready to go.  This is the attire of -choice- for the biathlon. Saves the step of putting on shorts later.  Of course you'll have the occasional guy that decides to run only in his little trunks...lets try not to think about that

Other than those little irritants the swim itself felt quite good.  Throughout the entire swim strangely I didn't feel tired at all and it seemed that my strokes were pulling me right along.  Or so it seemed, because in the green water you have no way to gauge whether you're moving fast, slow, or even in the right direction.  For all you knew you could be splashing as fast as your arms could go but still not going anywhere!
If it weren't for the fact that I had to constantly keep slowing down to check whether I was going in the right direction the swim probably would have gone quite well once I got into the correct rhythm and form.  But on the other hand, that's exactly what makes open water swimming that much more difficult.

Actually I heard that last year's biathlon had rope guides to mark out the path because it was held in Sentosa where the water had NO current...ah too bad no more this year.

Most of you should know that swimming for a long period of time dehydrates you and leaves you quite thirsty by the time you leave the pool.  Now combine that feeling with the feeling of salt burning your mouth and nasal cavity.  Finally add big whiffs of gasoline that last several minutes on end caused by the engines of the safety boats that were floating around.  That's pretty much the experience you get when you're swimming out in the ocean for a long time.  So you can imagine by the time I finally reached the beach again my throat was screaming for water.

On my way back I get a strange stitch on my right side that only lets me breath from the right side otherwise it hurts to breath from the left.  Disappears by the time I reach the shore.

Feet finally hit sand again.  Quickly dash up the beach to the transition area where they've demarcated little squares on the ground to put your stuff.  My trusty bottle of Gatorade is sitting there and I quickly grab it for a drink. Two gulps.  Actually two HUGE gulps because when I looked back at the bottle two-thirds of it was gone. Too much. Shit.  Quickly dried my feet, socks and shoes on, running singlet on, off I go.



People putting their stuff at the 'transition area' before the race. Each box is only like 2x2 ft.


Me putting on my shoes after finishing the swim.  I look really burnt don't I? I think it's just the camera...

If you look at the map carefully you'll find that I have to go out 1 km to the left and then back again before going through the majority of the running route.  This inital 2 km was the most painful part of the entire race. The transitioning between swimming and running is something that can be done well after many practices.  Frankly I haven't practiced enough and I have neglected running for favor of swim training...and it shows.  After swimming your legs are surprisingly tired and if you don't take it easy when starting out the run you'll end up with either cramps or stitches.

Turns up I wound up with stitches pretty much almost right from the very start.  This made the beginning of the run really painful.  The 700 mL of Gatorade sloshing around in my stomach doesn't help either. 1km, 2km, 3km, still got the stitches, stomach in pain.  Also start to feel like throwing up.  I was told before the race by a captain from my unit that this might happen because of the salt water that you swallow during the swim (although I don't recall swallowing any).  He recommended to vomit it out and then 'feel better' after.  I didn't see how this would work (plus the risk of dehydration) so I decided to stomach it. The slight urges puke left after a while. Keep on running.

As a matter of fact, my body transition from swimming mode to running mode was so slow that it wasn't until the 5 km mark that I finally reached 'the zone' at which you feel that you're just cruising along.  Prior to this I was being overtaken by countless numbers of people.  With 5 km down and only 5 more to go, I gradually start increasing my pace.  7 km mark and I feel like I'm flying.  Such a shame that it started so late in the run because now I'm overtaking people one by one with my quickened pace.  This pretty much continues on until the end where I'm basically sprinting past the people in front of the finish line.  My mom and dad happened to be watching on the side of the road cheering me on. Heh feel sorry they had to wait so long just for that moment. Well at least I didn't end the race by slowly stumbling over the line and then collapsing afterwards...



Basically just feeling wasted after the race...

I'd like to think of the run to be 'my style' where I start slow and 'finish strong' -which is true to a certain extent- but the fact that I was able to all out sprint at the very end without much effort goes to show how much energy I still had left and hadn't used properly. Heh, goes to show I hadn't conditioned myself for the swim-run transition which sucked up a lot of time.

Oh yes, my time.  Irrelevant...haha ok fine it was 1 hour 50 minutes...kinda like crap but oh well.  There's always next time (but as to how I'm going to do it up in Cornell I have no idea). As for my placing I have no idea until they come out with the full results (plus more photos) in a few days time.

Right now my legs are killing me. Ah I have a rugby match tomorrow morning too...against last year's champions...joy




Wednesday, March 16, 2005

Hey wassup. Hah well a biannual update seems well in order right now.  Right now I've just gotten back from an inter-formation rugby match. Hahah we managed to beat Signals formation after only 1 day of training! Heh, yea long story. We were supposed to have like 2 months to prepare for this tournament and because of some stupid screwups we ended up only have this Monday to practice for today's match.  Pretty fun, considering I've never played anything beyond touch rugby in PE.  Managed to call Richie down to play as well since he's also part of 9th Division and we clobbered those signal guys.  And they hit us pretty hard too.  Being a right wing it's not too fun to have to stop forwards that are like twice my weight from breaking through the last line.  I remember one of my attempted tackles head-on knocked me off my feet and two meters back and all I managed to do was stop the guy to leave him open for teammates behind to knock him down.  Yea ribcage still hurts from that as well as being trampled by cleats.

Life right now is...hmm how to say it. I've been drifting around the battalion with no real job.  It became pretty apparent when I was posted to another branch in HQ that I knew nothing about for over a month.  After that, I've been bearing the brunt of odd jobs and stuff that no one else wants to do...like being neutral officer for like the 6th time for another unit's range - yea basically spend the whole day at the shooting range making sure they don't cheat- since I'm so "free" (actually I am, but that's besides the point).  The main reason for this is because I have a regular officer that's occupying the same job as me, so I'm kinda like the extra ready to be arrowed for any shit work at any time.  But it has its ups also I guess.  Take today and the previous inter-formation sports (vball and swimming) that I've participated in /helped organize for example.

Outside of army life...meh nothing much going on except that I'm training for an upcoming Biathlon that's run by the Navy.  March 26. 1.5km swim followed by a 10km run. Should be quite interesting although it's kinda hard training when there's only one other person (a captain from charlie company) to train with and is not always available.  Yea long distance training can get pretty boring, especially since you can't listen to music in the pool :p  Anyways, I'll be sure to keep you guys updated about that and rugby.

Later


Monday, September 27, 2004

I woke up today.... OOUUUUUUCH!


Sunday, September 26, 2004

Army Half Marathon was today!  And my now legs are like jello....   Of course mandatory to go because we have to 'support this army event' but instead of the full half marathon, school of logistics (where I'm having my logistics course) was only running 12 km.  But, I mean, what's the point of running only 12 km when you can run 21 km!   So yeah, joined up with my buddies in my original unit - 3 SIR and ran the half marathon with them.

It was crazy.  The starting point was at the Padang, on Esplanade bridge to be exact.  There were sooo many people there you couldn't see the end of the line.  Essentially every single army unit and formation was there at 5:15 in the morning.  Well, that was the time we were -supposed- to get there.  But somehow our transport from our camp to the starting point never made it and we got there very very late.  Late as in the race-had-already-started late.  And yet, the last row of the running crowd had just crossed the starting line nearly 20 minutes after the race was flagged off.   Yea, so you can imagine what kind of crowd was there.  The entire length of the Benjamin Sheares bridge (and then some) was covered with people.  Even though they closed one or two lanes for us, moving in the beginning stages was nearly impossible at some spots - a whole 20 minutes needed for only 3 km, 40 minutes for 5 km.  But as the race progressed it thinned out enough to only have to dodge a couple of people every now and then as you ran.

The race route briefly: Esplanade, down Shenton way, over Benjamin Sheare's Bridge, run the length of East Coast Park, do a U-turn, go over to the National Stadium, do a loop, come back down to Esplanade. Click below for a clearer picture

Having absolutely NO running preparation (or any physical activity for the past two weeks for that matter) at all (last serious run was 12 km a few months ago?), my legs started to give out during the last 5 km.  Sorta like dragging them along like they're strapped with weights.... but as long as I didn't stopped to walk (although I got pretty close to doing so) I was happy.  Finishing time? 2 hours 12 mins....bleh, was aiming for sub 2 hrs.  Oh well, there's always next time...Dec 5th? Anyone coming back early enough to join me?   By this time next year I'll finally be GONE! College at last...

I'd like to thank Nature's Valley Granola Bars for breakfast, my Power Gel for energy halfway through the run, and most of all, GATORADE for hydration before the run and more importantly, being one of the SPONSORS for the run (yes! gatorade water points!) - providing much needed energy, or at least the illusion of it.

 

Alright that's all from me today.  As much as I'd like to talk about training in Brunei, I am pretty much drained today as are my legs and entire body.  I think I'll just lie somewhere and vegetate before going to sleep


Friday, September 03, 2004

Well what do you know? It's ANOTHER bi-annual (or so it seems to be becoming) entry. Hahha.  Kinda been putting off this entry simply because of the enormous number of things to talk about since...May?!  And of course yesterday was my birthday so we need something in here to mark it (aka gigantic post). Well shall we get started then?

Entry #1 of many more

ROC a.k.a. Republic of China a.k.a. Taiwan

Our camp in Taiwan

Our platoon squashed into a room

 

Date: Sometime in April

Probably the most fun of the two overseas exercises that we embarked on during OCS training.  Essentially we go there to..."borrow their mountains" simply because Singapore has none.  Our accomodation interestingly enough is one of the few Singapore-run military camp from which overseas army training takes place.  The training there is basically split into two main phases: navigation and missions.

Part 1 - Navigation

For navigation, oh joy of joys, we get to be the guinea pigs for the all new navigation package that OCS is thinking about implementing for future batches of cadets.  Previously the navigation exercise was named "Red Beret" and it consisted of basically a long but quite easily manageable route through the mountains from start point to end point.  On this trail cadets could get through by sticking to trails and sometimes roads (although you're not supposed to) for most of the journey.  Listening to senior cadets, it was supposed to be quite fun because of the oh-so-famous NINJA VAN.  They seem quite a common site where you would see a van parked on the roadside with all sorts of cooked snacks simmering on the grill.  Basically all the burners and cooking utensils are stored inside the van and wherever they stop, they simply open up the doors and there you go.  It so happens that because the SAF has been sending troops over to Taiwan so regularly, a couple of vans have gotten the knack for being able to scout our training grounds and pop up out of the middle of nowhere ready to sell their snacks to the troops.

The ninja van parks itself at one of the endpoints...and we aren't allowed to buy from it!! Argh...

So troops taking part on the old "Red Beret" exercise would have many many opportunities for these illegal (but who really gives a shit right?) snack stops on their way to their endpoint.

THEN, some people had the bright idea of telling OCS that Red Beret wasn't navigationally challenging enough and lo and behold!  In comes the -new- Red Beret and along with it commander OCS Colonol Peng.

Basically this is how they do it.  They find a nice mountainous region on the map.  They plot a start point.  They plot a end point.  You fill in the rest. Ok maybe not so bad, they go through the liberty of plotting out a route for you that you would have drawn out yourself anyways.  And what's in between those two points? Mountain after VIRGIN mountain.  "Nobody has been there before or taken those routes before!"  Obviously commander OCS' excitement is our nightmare.

Well let the nightmare begin, Enter "Green Beret"

Green Beret was put in place because this would be our and OCS' first time attempting this kind of navigation exercise so they decided to stick an instructor with each of the navigation groups.  Each group had about 6 people.  The problem was, this was the first time for many of our instructors too!  Yea...see a problem there?

Anyways, so off we go after being dropped at our start point.  We are at the base of one of the mountains.  Ok, we are here *point to a dot on the map*, we need to get to the top of this mountain to get to the next one and to the next one.  The spur is this direction.  *Sets the compass*.  Bashers to the front!  *Me and another guy go to the front of the group, armed with machete and clippers*.  Ok go this way! *shoots forth a imaginary line with his arm*.

And so it goes.  The vegetation at the beginning isn't that thick, as in you can actually see more than 10 meters in front of you.  But take note that we -are- carrying our full battle order (minus the rifle and helmet but add a sleeping bag).  So rest stops along the way up the first mountain is a must; not only for our legs but more importantly for our shoulders which have a tendency to cut off circulation to the arms under the weight.

Taking a break

Yep vegetation not that bad yet

 

Along the way we manage to bump into another group who coincidentally happen to be heading to a checkpoint which will take them along the same route as us for most of the way.  We figure 2 instructors are better than one so we transform ourselves into a small convoy of 13 some cadets trudging along the taiwan ridgelines.

Take note that along the whole way we almost NEVER used even a path.  It would basically be "ok the ridgeline and the top of the mountain should be this way, lets go" and you'd be faced with these huge thick bushes and vines that you'd have to cut your way through.  Yea, the back people have it easy.

Heh, for those that have seen Band of Brothers....

So the story continues, our position on the map moving ever so slowly across the terrain (we'd jump for joy every time we would cross a grid line, marking 1 km intervals...that would take anywhere up to 3 or 4 hours).  Near the end of the day, we found ourselves in a pretty tight situation.  Darkness was setting in and we still hadn't found a harbouring (sleeping) location.  We planned to reach the peak of the mountain that we were climbing and sleep there but all hopes for that was instantly dashed when we found the vegetation at the top was just as thick as the vegetation going up. So sleeping there was out of the question.  Nearest possible harbouring location: a road some 300 meters downhill.  From point to point the road shoulders sometimes include a large portion of grass so that was our plan.

Interestingly enough there's one of these planted on the peak of every major mountain in the area

By the time was started our descent almost all light was gone.  Without the typical singaporean city lights or the moon to light the sky, we were thrown into pitch black.  Usually you NEVER want to bash through the vegetation at night simply because it was too easy to become disorientated and movement became very difficult.  But this time we didn't really have a choice did we?  But as we eventually found out, what look like a relatively uniform descent on the map turned into a series of spurs that we had to cut across on the way down.  So essentially we would be going up and down, up, down, up down, while the GPS claimed that we were always hovering at 200 meters from our end point.  Throw in the wonderful frigid mountain rain and the painstaking process of having to cut through literally walls of vines (yes, by yours truly) simply to move forward for several meters only to meet another wall, and you have a recipe that would demoralize anyone.  Oh yes, and throw in the time that we wasted looking for one of our lost clippers and the time it took to rescue this guy the slipped/slid/fell down a ravine that went down a good 5 or 6 meters.

From sunset we bashed for a good 4 and a half hours, to move 300 meters.  Oh the joy to see black asphalt again!  Needless to say, we soon after collapsed on the side of the road and slept till the morning.

Basically that was the highlight of Green Beret.  The next day we found out we had only a little way more to go to reach the endpoint and finished the exercise around noon.

Ohhhhyeeeeaaah, the end point in all it's glory.  (Note the insane terrain, the yellowish line is the route)

Red Beret, turns out to be almost the same as Green Beret, except you are given different start and endpoints.  Almost the same Green Beret, except we got lost a lot more.  Stumbled into entire knolls that didn't make it onto the map, went off the route only to have to turn around and go back the way we came lest we fall off the mountain completely, yea all that good stuff that comes with navigating without instructors.  In the end, we made it out (and even managed to run into the ninja van along the way through a nice...uhh...detour along the road )

Chris Lee's team finally makes it back...one of the last teams because apparently they reached the endpoint but nobody responded to their radio call to pick them up, making them walk several kilometers to this shed.

I think that should do for now,  I haven't even begun to talk about the second half of the training in Taiwan...hmm I'll save that for tomorrow or something.

Resting before setting off on the last leg of our journey

You wouldn't imagine the number of thorny plants and vines...And this is WITH long sleeve uniforms...



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