My breath was coming out in ragged bursts, my cheeks were burning and I could vaguely see the backs of the people ahead of me. Chippa was leading us on the daily morning run, a ritual that was repeated every morning at 7 sharp, in total silence starting from the Trace Facility. The first day, we ran up the road, back, and over a couple of 4m fences before arriving at a 10m long rail for balancing. On the second day, we ran a little further. On the third day, a lot faster, longer and no breaks. On the fourth, we ran along the railway tracks.