The Dragons took another monumental step towards the Asian Champs weekend in Jakarta last night with the final fitness session at the hands of Mike the Masochist, the team's dedicated personal torturer, sorry, trainer.
For this writer, the later start time of 7.30pm enable my first Wednesday night session for season 2006. It therefore came as something of a relief to know that the weekly sessions had been building inexorably towards this, the most gruelling night of all.
What followed was a pleasant evening in the Killing Fields.
* A brisk 1km 'warm up' lap on the inner track, interspersed with spell of 'looseners, such as lunges, squats, sumo walks et al.
- Finished the lap feeling good and ready for a beer. "Nice work fellas. Well run," I offered by way of encouragement to my teammates. They only returned slighltly disguised looks of mild condescension. They'd been here before.
* Jog over to the driveway running under the grandstand. In pairs, embark on five uphill sprints. No breaks. No walking. Legs wobbling. My partner, Adrian digs deep and wills me along with him with solid encouragement.
- Now completely knackered. Hot. The stifling heat in the driveway underpass was nice too.
* Without breaking stride, we segue into a 1.5km lap of the racetrack. In single file the last man sprinting to the head of the queue. Indian sprints or something. Attila the Hun sprints more like. Some heartening post-sprint words from an otherwise Borg-like Mike help - because you know he doesn't give out praise easily.
- Feeling spent. Sucking air like house fire. Had been listening to Tom Petty's Breakdown on the way in. It's starting to sound prophetic.
* Off we trot now to the stairwell at the Central-end entrance. Five sets of sprints up the 3-tier stairwell. Yeah, why not?
THE WALL
Things at this stage are blurry. And not solely due to my lack of a short-term memory. And not solely due to my lack of a short-term memory.
* Now it was off to the other end of the track to do some exercises. But obviously to get to the other side of Happy Valley we had to run. Quickly. All the way outside, up and down stairs. Loving stairs. Once outside the ground, it was step-ups. 20 left. 20 right. Push-ups off the steps. Reverse push ups.
- Felt like a prisoner on day release. With all the free citizens staring at us. Just wanted to make a break and keep running all the way home. Should've.
* Continue run to interior of racecourse again. And again, no sedan chair on offer to get there.
- I try drawing on the strength of the Diggers at Hellfire Pass but have learnt nothing from the Thailand tour - had to keep asking Salty when it would end. Sorry Grandad.
Here it gets hazy. There may have been other drills but the brain is an amazing instrument and will, at moments of extreme trauma, block bad memories. Like the wake of a big night out, I can only try piecing together gaps. Back on the playing pitch, Mike Hunt devised a devilish new torture. He even started looking Japanese at this point, and i'm sure he was carrying a pistol and bamboo cane.
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* Mike forces us to try sprint 10 metres. Not far. Unless you have a teammate holding you by the waist and dragging you backwards. Legs felt like string. Teammate then lets go and sprint continues 20m, touch turf, sprint back to start. Repeat ad nausea. Graham 'Trotsky' Merrett has gone about his business with quiet aplomb. Respect.
*At last it seems all over. Not a kilojoule of energy left. Alas, homebaseis only the source of more torment. 200 (10x20) ab crunches of various design. With 30-second pose holds. That kinda thing. Now it's just getting silly.
* But it does end. An hour later. With much needed stretches and mental recuperation. Ten good men have done well.
Scotty is heard talking to Mike about going for a bike ride. Any talk of exercise at this point is just alien. Even disrespectful to the likes of Corky, by his own admission, and myself.
If nothing else, this session showed just how hard you can push yourself if motivated. Between now and Saturday night of the Asian Champs, every Dragon must do just that. Let's get into it fellas. Seeyas Sunday. Get the Cup back.
Craig Bogan Francis