The 12-Minute Run.

Sunday July 19, 2015.

Finally the thing itself.

The 12-Minute Run was an exercise in my high school’s PE-8 thru -10 classes.  Run at least once a year (perhaps twice?) it was a measure of how many times (rounded to the nearest 1/4 lap) one could run the school’s track, in twelve minutes.  Your grade on this test was based on your distance.  I don’t remember the precise grading scheme but it was something to the effect of :

< 5 = Fail

5 to 6 = “C”

6 to 7-1/2 = “B”

7-1/2 to 9 = “A”

and within those categories, a (-) or (+) was applied to the bottom / top of the range.  Mr Callaghan always had it up on a blackboard, and it was a lot more subdivided than that.  No wonder I can’t recall it.

When I was in Gym class (stopped after Grade 10; it was only mandatory 8-10) I was never good at running.  Did intend to train for the 12-Minute Run and make myself good at it, but I was 13-15 years old at the time and my willpower and dedication in that era were, well, lacking.

I would run maybe a full lap, then be burned out completely and speed-walk(ish) the rest of the way.  I’d come in somewhere in the 4-5 lap range, but would always over-estimate by 1/4- to 1/2-lap (more than that wouldn’t pass the b.s.-test) in order to a) avoid a Fail and b) set myself in the C to C+ range; not going to hurt the class’s overall grade too much, and won’t get called out as implausible.

Now at the age of 39, I gave it another try.  Back at my same high school; tho, this time, not in the dregs of November or February, with an air temp of 1-4°C and slight drizzle -or- dry air that scorched the lungs for a week afterwards (to go with the burned-out quads).

Today was a Sunday morning and ~20°C direct sun, on soft ground.  None of which are conditions under which I usually run.

I counted 8-1/4 laps.  No fake.  Solid personal win, an “A” for effort.  Somewhat literally.