No frills about it – we need miles.
Number of Pax: 8
Pax Names: HighBall, Hass, 8-Bit, Gut Check, Pelosi, Geppetto, Scamper, Hooch
Warm-O-Rama: Ruck up and take up three carry-flags - the stars and stripes, F3, and GoRuck. Head out straight up the middle of the amphitheater, and make a bee-line for Woodstock Elementary School to pick up Scamper, arriving a few minutes after Startex.
The Thang: Several of us have set out to ruck 1,000 miles this year. We need miles. Lots of miles. And so rather than our usual 6.2, we set out for 7 miles tonight and get 'em in. No bones about it. No coupons. One brief PT stop to break up the monotony (2 100-Meter suitcase carries, one each arm). 7.2 miles from DTW to Olde Rope Mill Park, out the west service road to Brookshire subdivision (where my family lay sleeping not a mile away), end to end down Ridgewalk, and back to downtown, zigging and zagging through the Hubbard Road 'hood to round up our mileage.
COT: We prayed for Pelosi's dad, who needs some encouragement, and for Gut Check and his friend in their efforts this weekend to serve folks in the path of the coming storms.
Naked Man Moleskin: Truth Nuggets:
Pelosi and Geppetto finished the ruck 2 1/2 minutes faster than Hooch, because they weren't gonna let the Cherokee Challenge II happen all over again. Exile showed up for the send off, but bowed out before we started - something about not being able to compete against Pelosi and Geppetto, so not interesting enough for him to stay this time. If only he would have stuck around! Scamper was hiding in the left outer pocket of Highball's flipping massive rucksack, and popped out right as we slowed down our pace for the flashing lights of the SCHOOL ZONE at Woodstock Elementary. Scared the bejeebees out of all of us. I think Pelosi shat his britches for old time's sake. Hass is one day going to sell his possessions and move him and his wife into one of those classic, silver Airstream Campers. For now, he upgraded his Lexus, trading it in for the sweet black Ferrari pictured above! What a stallion! From the look in 8-Bit's eye, he's getting ready to ask if his daughter can borrow it for prom in a few weeks. Gut Check quit his job of 19 years as a writer, living in a van down by the river, and has now become a full-time Storm Chaser. He's really good at it, and his footage and newly developed technology are saving lives across Tornado Alley. He stopped at Aunt Meg's house in Wakita for dinner last week, and shared some steak and eggs with Jo, Dusty, Bill, and the crew. Said it was WAY better than Waffle House.