Football camp An experiment in control 7 Endurance

Author: sddvr
Title: Football Camp: an Expirament in control #7 Endurance
Date: 30 June 2011

Football Camp: An experiment in control #7 endurance

With the system tracking me, there was no slacking off, no resting, no "bad days", only times and punishments. While the coaches made an example of me with my sprints, they also did it with another guy doing pushups. I was tired already and the repeated sprints and punishing shocks made me try to find a way out. "Hey coach, can I get a drink?" I asked, he answered "Sure." As I jogged slowly over to the drinking fountain, I heard the familiar beep and felt the effect. Then it beeped 3 times rapidly and I wondered what was about to... "Arggh! Oh Fuck!" and I fell to my knees before rolling around on the pavement in agony. I was in tears and shaking.

The coach called out to me "Willis! You didn't tell me that you hadn't met your goal yet. You have to perform, or the system will make sure that you pay." He had to have known that the thing was going to really fuck me up. I guessed that he had to let that happen to show the other guys what happens when you slack. I was sweating and shaking, and pissed! Then he told me to "get back there and make your sprint goal, or you'll have a bad night tonight. just sayin'..."

I was angry. I tried to turn the anger into motivation, running it hard. It worked. I made the time, No shock! Two more times and I'm home free I thought. I was winded and tried to stall to catch my breath. The system had no patience,
reminding me with a warning beep. I was so pissed! "Fuck!" I ran it hard again, and strangely made it again. I began to believe that I'd somehow improved, that I'd beat the damned thing. Again I tried to stall and catch my breath except that I didn't wait as long. I was going to do this. I ran it extra hard this time and cramped up right as I was gaining speed, falling onto the ground, in great pain. The system didn't care. The coaches didn't care. I was just a piece of meat. I got a big old electric "kick in the nuts" just as the coaches whistled that our days practice was over. As the others gathered around the coaches, I was still on the ground buckled over in pain, sweating like crazy and puking onto the field.

The coaches ignored me as they spoke to the other players, but they were well aware of my status. The others were pretty scared from the looks that I was getting. The guy doing pushups met a similar fate to mine, finally collapsing and getting disapproval (in electric form)from the system. On the way back to the showers, the coach sternly told both of us to report to the coaching office and to stay dressed out. We looked at each other and continued our slow death march back to the coaching office in silence. The others kept looking at us with concern, and probably relief that they weren't in our shoes.

We arrived in the coaching office, which was mercifully empty. This gave us a chance to sit down, or really fall down onto the coach's couch to wait for him. I ached, I was still shaking some and I needed a drink and some food. I was trashed! I was falling asleep sitting up. I was a muddy mess, and Josh, the "pushup guy" was beet red and sweating like a pig (do pigs sweat? Anyway...) His eyes were distant and confused. Frankly, We both looked like shit.

The coaches arrived. We started to get up and the coach held out his hand and said “Oh no, gentlemen, don't get up on my account. You look tired! You had a rough time out there today. If this was high school, you could rest up, maybe get head from your little girlfriend... Get you mojo back. But, here, you are expected to perform and you will always be held accountable. You boys move like old people fuck! You know that?” He looked around the room and continued “Look at this shit! You clowns got mud and shit all over my office, my couch! Just get on the floor and Yes, you will clean this mess up! And you will get your shit together. Let me share with you what happens when it's clear to the entire coaching staff that you're a fuckup, a loser, a shit sandwich... I'll send you off to the head coaches, and we won't see your sorry asses for a while they'll try a few motivational techniques on you that you REALLY won't like until you rise to the occasion or... you'll pay.”

We sat there in silence just taking it all. Wondering what was next.
We'd soon learn.

“Gentlemen. Tonight you're going to participate in some night training to make up for your pathetic efforts earlier. DON'T embarrass yourselves tonight. Let's just get past this, ok?” He continued “Tonight you'll run our confidence course, it's got hills and berms to climb, water you have to cross and lots of mud. Let's go!”

We rose and trudged along with him to the course. He explained the course and its route and we were honestly just really beat up and confused. He told us that we had 30 minutes to complete it, and... to start NOW!

We ran together for the first part of it, a steep uphill followed by a muddy downhill. I fell and knocked Josh over on the way down and we both tumbled and slid down the hill. Running this in full pads was tricky and the mud was clinging to my cleats, making them useless for traction. Once we got back up we continued and were suddenly both tackled and brought to the ground. “What the...” I said as my arms were pulled backward and I was handcuffed by security guards who'd seemingly come out of nowhere. We were marched to a waiting van and secured in back. The engine started and we drove a short distance until the van stopped and the rear doors opened. We saw our coach and the security guards and... Moody! “They were trying to run away sir!” one of the guards told the coach. “They'll have to be confined tonight and go before the disciplinary board tomorrow. You want to put anything in the log for the board sir?” The guard asked. I was dumbfounded. This was some kind of freaky nightmare. “These two need a firm hand. I suggest remedial training for them.” The coach said. “Ok, sir, noted. Thanks!” Officer Moody will take them to be confined now. Moody, they're yours.” and the doors slammed shut. The engine started, and we drove off.

“Josh was frightened out of his mind and said quietly “What the fuck is going on here? This is all crazy!” I was about to tell him what had happened to me earlier when the van stopped and the doors opened. Moody smiled at me and said “Nice to have you back Willis! I need my dick sucked and you've done a fine job before... Hey, who's your little friend here? Is he as good on his knees as you are? Or maybe he likes it in the ass. Yeah, that's it isn't it?” Josh looked at me, horrified. Moody unlocked the chains from the van seats and marched us into the brig. As soon as we entered, all eyes were upon us as it was a little unusual for a couple of handcuffed, muddy football players to be brought in like this. The sergeant at the desk barked “Moody! Clean these two up. They're not going to fuck this place up with their mud and shit! They stink too! Take 'em back outside and hose them off!” Moody took us outside and chained us both together to a flag pole facing each other as he hosed us off for 5 minutes with cold water.

Still wet and cold, he put us each in cells, and killed the lights for the night.