It’s official — I hate assessment days. As Vanessa said, it feels like exams every month. Sure, you can psyche yourself up that you are going to take it easy this time, you are doing it at your own pace and it’s okay if your time doesn’t improve. Load of crock. The pressure is still ginormous. You are a train-wreck the evening before thinking about the coming assessment. You try to sleep early but it is nearly impossible because your head’s filled with all sorts of thoughts and possible scenarios for the next morning. Unlike back in school, you can’t pull all-nighters preparing for the exam because you actually need sufficient rest for this one. When you finally manage to doze off, the alarm clock rings too soon.
Then it’s back to the usual “Why did I sign up for this…” train of thoughts.
First round: 1.2km run + 45 push ups on knees + 30 grunts + 45 sit ups. Last month I clocked in at 13m 44s. This morning I did it in 12m 18s.
Second round: 1.6km run. Last month was 14m 58s, this morning was 12m 37s.
Not bad eh?
It’s shite, I tell you. Pressure sial. Next month I’d be worrying about times again. I’d tell myself that it’s okay if the times deteriorate. But as with every assessment, you get duly crushed when your times do not improve. Then you feel bad and emo a bit.
It’s okay lah. I have one whole month to be my own psychiatrist.