in my time in the military is how to stand in the rain and act like I don't fucking care. Civilians run like they have a serial killer chasing after them if it is misting, but not us military people. We proudly walk leisurely to our destination regardless of the amount of water falling from the heavens. Noah could float by and we would still act as if we don't notice the rain falling upon our beret. Do we cancel PT because the ground has turned into a swamp? The answer is no. We seem to become even more motivated if our PT clothes are the same color as the fingerpaint material used in insane asylums. We, the few, the proud, the soaking fucking wet refuse to run like little bitches. Running is to admit that you are uncomfortable and not able to deal with the situation. Instead we suffer like some retarded drowned rats all because we are afraid to be called a pussy. I leave you with a completely worthless and idiotic movie quote that my beloved Army has adopted. "IF IT AIN"T RAINING WE AIN"T TRAINING".