Friday:
Pullups: 42, 23, 18, 15, 1:30 mins rest inbetween set.
Breached the 40 mark.
Shoulders, then triceps.
Team manager meeting, then torture session. Extreme heat, extreme cold. It was damn cool with all that equipment and stuff, but don't think I'd spend half a K for such a thing, even if I was rich.
Successfully got the job.
Today:
Not enough sleep.
Knew it wasn't going to be easy with this handicap, especially when I need my concentration for timing and setting pace and planning. But if I could do it in such conditions, I would know that I can do it anytime.
Results went according to estimation. Finals wasn't really a risk, because if performed correctly we would improve, but if not, we would only stay at the previous mark, so no big loss. Better adjustment than the other 4 alternatives.
Difficult to create a strat to make a mediocre team in terms of fitness out-perform a bunch of brutes. It was insane, to go against so many teachings and concepts that I've been taught by several teams over the years, and observed from other teams, but at the end of the day, the equations will not lie. At times I wondered if page after page of workings and graphs and wrecking brain were any use, but when you see the theories work out in practice, its just like 3rd level ai programming all over again.
SG better ask itself why all our teams are losing out to overseas teams. No more excuses on equipment. The old methodoligies and school of thoughts need to be thrown away, because they have lost accuracy. I was taken aback at first when that piece of paper told me that so many things I was taught was wrong. Ahh but what do I know about calculations, I'm just some design student who got B3 for A maths. Maybe its just because I could never really do something just because its been done like that all this while. That's the dumbest way to do anything.
No energy now, and still so many things to settle. Can't think properly. I can't believe I managed to complete those calculations in this state of mind.
Nothing's confirmed yet, though. I may be proved wrong tomorrow.
Saturday, September 23, 2006
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