As soon as he got the signal Steve started. He thought he had started off well, good speed, good form. He recalled having to run the drills when he had first been considered for the project, not really expecting anything from it after seeing the other guys he was training with. The first section wasn't so bad, it was a flat track and though his speed wasn't the best, Steve was feeling pretty good about this. When he came to the first obstacle, his expression dropped. A climbing wall. Knowing that Slade was watching him, Steve tackled it. He was doing well for the first few moments, than he slipped. He grabbed a hold of the ropes, feeling his arms jerk as his body stopped and hit the wooden structure. A small 'oof' escaped the small blond as he regained his bearings and continued climbing. A little winded after that, Steve continued his trek to the next obstacle, his lungs already beginning to protest at the activity.<br/><br/>The next obstacle was hurdles. Steve had always struggled with these, never being able to quite get over them completely without some struggling. Attempting the first one, Steve nearly made it, until his boot caught the edge and sent the man face first into the dirt. The wheezing only increased with the puff of dust this sent up and Steve sat up coughing. He wondered if not being able to breath was a valid excuse for not finishing, but when he sent a glance back to the start of the course where Slade stood, along with the Captain, he felt it wasn't. So, still struggling to catch a breath, he plunged on.<br/><br/>By the time he had crossed the end of the track, Steve was leaning over with his hands on his knees, breath harsh and interrupted by coughing.<br/><br/>"Sir....I..." He tried again. "Finished...the course....sir." Steve tried to salute but was sent into a coughing fit that had him doubled over.