GORUCK EXPERIENCE REPORT: since its not a race, per se, I cant call it a race a report; furthermore, I have learned that GoRuck frowns upon us telling everything that goes on, but a lot of people are asking me about it, so... here is the generic version: We met downtown, centennial olympic park. 30 fools, with rucks filled with bricks. My ruck was 40lbs, and I wore Ranger panties. We started marching through downtown, headed towards 5 points. What started out super easy, was just a mind-%^&%, I think, because as the night went on, it got more and more intense. We carried our packs, plus, some various other team weights like ammo cases, sand bags, gear bags, stretcher, battering ram, etc etc. Participants take turns carrying things, and pass on when they need a break. But we had so much sh*t, there were not many breaks for anyone. We were given various challenges and had to solve them as a team. Luckily, our team dynamic came together pretty quickly. I was a squad leader turn co-team leader for about 5 hours. I had to encourage people to participate in a very miserable task. It wasnt easy, but really tested my ability to encourage others, the right way. I watched some people suffer greatly and never give in. I watched happy people, go to grouchy people, in record time. I saw some people step up, consistently, ...and I saw many take paths to least resistance. I took some paths to least resistance, I cannot lie. We crawled across soccer fields yelling art, art like a walrus. We bear crawled and lunged and burpeed, and did pushups with our face in a dirty @$$ creek, as a team. I got yelled at a lot, and called various names from Hollywood, to Sampson. By 9:00 a.m. the next morning, the end of the event, I was carrying my own ruck, somebody elses ruck, and switching off with another couple of dudes carrying casualties (people over your shoulder pretending to be shot). But it wasnt just me, everybody was doubled and tripled up with gear, taking a nice beating in the sunny streets of Atlanta, chafed, bleeding, cut, scratched, bruised, sand-burn, sunburnt, and deliciously delirious. As usual, I said Id never do another. By the next day, I was researching the next level of GoRuck called, The Heavy - 24 hours of beautiful beatdown instead of only 12. Please stop me. Please stop the insanity.
Posted on: Mon, 07 Jul 2014 14:51:55 +0000
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