1+1= 50 / A Navy Seal's Secret to Achievement
Staggering while losing bits of consciousness I barely made it back to base camp. I had just failed the grueling land navigation course that I needed to pass if I were to become a Navy SEAL. Minutes later my SEAL instructors informed me that despite my wavering physical condition, they’d be sending me back out for an immediate retest.
Just 100 yards into the first snow covered field, I started to wobble again. During the previous test I had used ziplock bags to protect my feet from the wet snow and it ended up costing me 2 of my toenails.
Now with the circulation flowing again the blood started to fill the tips of my socks and then froze leaving me to tackle the course with a sadistic level of crippling pain in my toes. The reality of being dropped from training began to settle in along with the hypothermia. That’s when Joe showed up.