It was just Exile and YHC for a Wednesday night ruck.
PT was planned but apparently all of F3 Cherokee had plans.
We’ll ruck anyway! YHC is like a Gremlin, nasty after midnight! So we were gonna get our miles, PT, and Waffle House fine in short order.
QIC: Gut Check
Number of Pax: 2
Pax Names: Gut Check, Exile
Warm-O-Rama: We put on our rucks!
Pause for a shout out to the guy who works at the swimming center for helping Exile find his key fob that he left there in the morning.
The Thang: Rucked down to the end of Rubes Creek Trail. Along the way encountered 4 soon to be famous rappers who wondered not so much what we were doing but why the ref lights on our heads.
YHC kindly aimed his headlamp left of the asker’s ear and said, “So we don’t blind you!” (And turned on all 350 lumens)
We quickly earned their respect and were allowed to pass on the bridge.
Back to Amphitheater for Sandy Layer Cake. Grabbed 2 30-lb sandbags from YHC’s car.
On each layer in each section:
1. Sandbag throw. Throw it and then pick it up again. Repeat!
2. Suitcase carries. Alternate hands each layer.
3. Over head/drag. Alternate each layer.
Ruck out up Rope Mill Rd till the sidewalk ends and time drew nigh.
COT: Finished at Waffle House
Naked Man Moleskin: We talked! ALOT. Exile is a great dude and SO into F3. Glad he accepted my invite finally back in February and it’s great to see him thriving!
Tonight Heather remembered YHC’s order and the. Asked, “Where’s the crew?” She was saddened to learn that summer attrition is trying its best to unravel the ties of ruckership on the Southside. It will not win!