Choices: Medic, you have obviously thought about wanting to do something medicky previously with nursing and radiography, go be a medic. You could even lob in for being attached to the para's, or even THEM blokes who we never mention...........that would be a tale for your boy's.
Fitness: Get out and get running, lot's of info on here on how to approach that. Also take up walking a few miles with a 10lb or 15lb rucksack on your back.
Motivation: Thats down to you boss. Either you want to do something with your life, or you don't and when you are 40, 50, 60 and 70 you can either look back and think, "I did fcuk all", or "fcuk me what a life I enjoyed the ride".
There are lots of us on here who think it was probably the best and worst job of our lives, but we did it, we have memories, and many of us would go back tomorrow for free if the offer was made.
..................still here?
PS If you are going to join you best get used to the idea of not being able to live at home with mum doing your washing and ironing and having your lads over for tea twice a week for a while. Harsh, but it needs to be said.
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This. It's not about pressure, it's about motivation. In particular, self-motivation. I was all set up to become an officer. Had a place a Sandhurst and fcuked it up through being young and stupid. Couple years later I found the motivation to join as a soldier, and thank God I did. As
@Effendi says, you can either look back and think, "I did fcuk all", or "fcuk me what a life I enjoyed the ride".
In my case, at 22/23 years of age, I was taking helicopters to work. Me, a lance jack, and a Puma would come and get me, and me alone. The Army gave me the world, and I grasped it with both hands. My Army career put me on the front page of every newspaper in the world (closest I ever came to fame

). It set me up for a civvy career that has been wonderful. I've been to 60-odd countries, every continent except Asia, flown 1.8M miles, done some pretty cool shit with three-letter agencies, and drank more beer than I care to even begin to calculate. I would do it all again in a heartbeat.
But it all began with opening the door of the AFCO (ACIO as it was back then). It's up to you what you do with your life, but the Army is not going to come and find you, you have to start the path. And don't stop, keep on motoring. Something lit a fire under my arse at 18, and at 51, I'm still not done yet. If you go into the AFCO on Monday, and ask the recruiting Sgt for advice, what have you lost? Fcuk all. What do you stand to gain? Everything. I'm not going to tell you what to do, you need to figure it out yourself. You either know what to do, or you don't. There's no middle ground. Every day you put it off, you're just a day older, and will have one day less as a soldier. I've been out longer than I was in now, but I still polish my shoes, stand up straight and can't abide laziness. You can't buy that anywhere else. Oh, and join R SIGNALS
