Wow! Another PT Thread!!!
Almost 30 years ago, when I signed on the dotted line, there was no fitness test. There was no RFT either. But there certainly was an expectation that each and every person who wore the Queen's uniform would step up and get the job done. Our "RFT" consisted of increasingly brutal (in the opinion of today) twice daily PT sessions in which you kept up or "paid in pain" to those who dragged you along. After a few weeks, the dragging stopped and those who couldn't/wouldn't keep up were counseled out (asked to leave). Some left on their own, after admitting that they were woefully out of their depth academically or, more often, physically.
Instructors back then taught soldiering and the lifeskills we were taught centered around surviving combat. No diet and nutirition lectures. No remedial PT. You ate in the mess. The food was good, plentiful and healthy. There was lots of work to do after hours. Studying, station jobs, kit and quarters. You were confined to barracks anyways, so you might as well work on your uniform. And God help you if you called the pizza man during your CB!
It's that generation that leads the CF today. Yes, us creaky, scarred old bastards who you see in the gym, on the road or under a ruck you wouldn't dare lift, every damned morning. By God if you can't keep up with even the slowest of us on the first day of the rest of your life, you've failed the first test in your CF career.