On May 18th, well, yesterday, a significant event took place – our valiant 11th graders attended the exam of exams, the Royal Exam, as they would say in France, and the quarter-pound exam, as they would say in America. Fizra has arrived, in short.So here’s a Survivor bayanka that helped us survive the last lap, and I’ll go tell a cool story.
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06:55
It all started out pretty cool. Slight hangover. And at 7 am at school. Exam, sorry, at 9.
What? For what? Oh well, it’s a long way to go.
How to where – to the school where you will take the exam.
Why not here? Well, who did you surrender to here?? 😀
So what if we have the best sports ground among all schools?? Pfft, naive.
Questions "what the hell at 7 if it only takes 15 minutes to get there", And "Why couldn’t we immediately gather there, on the spot?"were skillfully parried with meaningful silence.
8:30
Well, ok. We arrived at the place, stayed for an hour, filling our killstreaks with mosquitoes. If you count according to the MV2 table, then I filled two cores. If we were, there would be sweet revenge for the teacher. And so – a cloud of sidelong glances and slaps on the body and 20 sighs of “what a cretin”.
9:15
Let into the hall. 4 benches, 4 horizontal bars, 6 schools. Laughter at one epic fatty, admiration for monsters with 35-40 attempts counted. Confident jocks come first, then follow the list. Task – 12 pull-ups without jerking and with straight legs. In fact – 12 pull-ups, whatever you want, just don’t shit yourself from the effort. No sooner said than done. It’s not that I like to do pull-ups, it’s much easier for me to do 50 push-ups and the same amount on the abs than hanging on a horizontal bar, and I’m still not friends with lifting-turning and power-up, but the ability to jerk like a worm did its job. True, I counted 13 times, the judge – 11. Agreed on the arithmetic mean. There are the first five.
9:35
Smoke break.
9:45
Another rush march, now to a clearing a little outside the city. A clearing is a circle of 500 meters there and 500 meters back over rough terrain. The task is to run 2 km in 8 minutes. Brr.
RetreatNizhnekamsk is a typical province. https://chillireelscasino.uk/games/ And in the provinces there has always been a certain cult of the body and sports. Don’t go to the gym? I couldn’t stand it, but Vasya, look at your classmates. They are handsome men with bodies cast in steel. But you don’t. This is where the nerd gets into it. But the point is different – even if you are at least three times lean and wiry, 60 kilograms from the chest will not add stamina to your legs, and it will not cure the smoker’s breath. Therefore, it was quite possible to tap dance while your knees were knocking before the start.We must pay tribute – Zhenya, our physical education teacher, although he is a terrible reinsurer, knows his business. I came in the middle of the year, and it immediately became clear that the freebie was over. Every lesson, which, on the only correct initiative of Fursenko Jr., now happened 3 times a week, we jumped, ran, passed all kinds of standards and prepared for these hellish two kilometers. You know, it’s funny when 10 lean, handsome guys run around the stadium, but only 1-2 make it 😉 However, by the end of the year things improved. People started running in a well-coordinated group, for which the stable result was something around 8 minutes 30 seconds. I kept putting off improving this result until an incomprehensible “later”, and then “later” turned into voutridnyadoexamanaholifak. As a result – the last lesson, a sharp start at the beginning, dying in the first half of the second kilometer with hellish pain in the side, the first “failure” in six months. So I knocked my knees no less than the others.
10:05
The start of school is ahead of us. Sighs that two kilometer circles are worse than one, but two kilometer.
One of the advantages is a huge acoustic system near the finish line, which can be heard even at the farthest corner. Of the minuses – a huge acoustic system plays Stas Mikhailov.
10:10
Start. In the ears – Through the Fire and Flames, but Mikhailov suddenly changed to Prodigy forces him to throw the fucking dangling player into a pile of things lying by the road. The pace seems ok. Run, in short. Two steps – inhale through the nose, two steps – exhale through the mouth. AND Breath all over the field. Thank you.
10:14
First round completed. Either Breath is coming to an end, or I miscalculated my strength, but one person passed me, and I couldn’t speed up. I’m starting to breathe slowly. Two inhalations – two exhalations slowly come together to inhale – shaking – exhale-exhale-exhale – shaking.
Breath is definitely ending. What a pun, I was running out of breath too C:
10:16
One phrase – Eye of the Tiger. I don’t know how a song can have such a miraculous effect, but I suddenly didn’t give a damn about the possibility of getting a fatal pain in my side, and about the possibility of dying in the last 500 meters, and about completely losing my breath, and in general about everything in the world. I just listened and ran. And ran. And ran. Here lies the daredevil who ran forward at the very beginning. Side? Side. But Ren, who had overtaken me before, swam past. He’s dying too. And I? Fuck it somehow ^_^
And the last known survivorStalks his prey in the nightAnd he’s watching us all with theEye of the tiger…
10:18
The finish line looms ahead. Two people ran around me as I was dying, but somehow it didn’t matter. The surveyor was howling something else, but I didn’t care about that either. All I wanted at that moment was to survive. The last hundred meters. Fifty. Ten. Five. One. One step, just one more step.
All. Grass. Hello, honey. Hello flowers, hello Dani’s shoe. Hello, my player that was abandoned 10 minutes ago. Hello, water, mercifully left nearby by someone. And while the rest of the world.
10:20
Finish of the last of ours. Voices of Zhenya and the girls’ coach announcing the results. Second Zhenya, who is a student, with FUUUUUUUUUUUU. -runs around with his face and swears. He finished right in front of me – reminds me of a miraculously working brain. Wait, what is this, I didn’t even run out of ten? Dunnoooo..
10:21
I get up. I stomp towards the leaf. Focusing, looking for my last name.
10:22
Zhenya is even worse. 8:01. Now it’s clear.
We sigh, chat, give away the numbers in which we fled. The breathless haris from the hockey school run past in a slender, four-snouted single file. 5:24. Pfft, weaklings ^_^ I remember that Zhenya the teacher praised us, and that we took 2nd place in the city in the end, and Rinat, who runs 8 kilometers to the spring and back almost every day, with his 6:45 will be on the honor board. Ahead – only cadets. The hockey players were the favorites, but 😀
I see that the hockey players have stopped for some reason. "Guys, you still have a whole lap to run, and you better hurry up, two minutes left".
However, thank you that I didn’t have time to say this. A terrible thought reached me a little faster.
Let’s stomp home with our crazy breadwinners.
God, they weren’t even out of breath. God.
One way or another, as we were later told, it’s still ok for us. Here in Nezalezhnaya, according to rumors, the first part consists of 8 pull-ups, strength output and two lift-overs, without uncoupling from the horizontal bar. We’re a little freaked out. So the first question is, gentlemen of the Khokhlandists, is this so??
And the second one – who has already taken the test, what did it feel like?? And then cool story cool story, but maybe something funny happened to you too?