Forecast: rain falling and viruses spreading. No reason to stay at home.
Get our man Stopwatch geared up, await the just-in-time arrival of 8-Bit and Hass, start the smart watch to tracking, and we headed north through the muddy Dobbs Road trail. Only a quarter mile of rough terrain, and then it was time to wiggle through the rest of our route on the sidewalks of Woodstock.
Since YHC has been reminded several times this week the value of preparedness at all times for the unexpected, each PAX would be called upon to lead a round of PT at the conclusion of miles 1, 2, and 3. We circled up in the deep dark woods near the corner of Dean and Haney in what used to be the front drive of a now-abandoned home. The plan was divulged, 8-Bit was called upon to take the first round ON THE SPOT, no planning. He stepped up and NAILED it. 3 rounds of 10 reps each: Ruck High Pull, Ruck Overhead Press, and Ruck-Hold Squats.
Feeling the burn and ready to get out of those woods, we stepped back out into the silence of the soft rain and down to the cul de sac at the end of Haney. Hass took this time to begin planning his PT thrashfest, which he threw down once we reached the entrance of Woodstock Knoll, just past our first PT stop. We faced each other in a square of Sasquatch strength for all passersby to see as Hass led us through another three-rounder: 10 reps each, ruck-on lunges (still feel them a week later pretty sure), ruck swings, and some God-awful triceps-testing overhead-lift-from-behind-your-back thingy. I think that’s what it was called, anyway.
In keeping with the theme presented (stepping up to lead with no prep), about 0.97 miles later, Stopwatch)began his planning for our third-mile PT sesh. The words “uhhhh…. let’s do some…. of…. (…wait for it…)… … THESE next” were uttered more than a few times. It was awesome! Haha! And it really was well-done. Felt the burn really well. Ruck-on bear crawl up the staircase from Ridgewalk to Costco parking lot, 10… no 20! we got this… ruck-on dips on the guard rail, followed by 20 (FLIPPIN’ TWENTY!!!!) ruck-on merkins!!!! Then (to bring back painful memories for Hass and 8-Bit from a previous WNS), ruck-on crab walk back down the stair case. Rinse and repeat-o until two rounds complete-o.
Ruck out and check out Stopwatch’s neighborhood while the conversation flows. Great times with these good men. Then we joked about the WPD officer who was “doing radar” or something as we passed on the way back up the hill to Woodstock City church. Much to the delight of the men, Hooch’s Huge Jugs were sitting waiting for us at the top of what the Friday morning boys call “Mt. Killamylunga”. Two 40-lb water jugs, 250-meter bottle brigade: stand shoulder to shoulder and pass the jugs from one end of the line to the other, squat when you receive the jug, high-tail it to the front of the line when you pass the second one. This took 8 minutes, having only 4 men to do the hard work. And we enjoyed it so much, we decided the jugs could come with us back to the flag (about a mile point two, I think).
Reminded the PAX that our days are limited, and that it is wise to consider how we are spending each one we’re given. Psalm 90:12 prays “Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.”
Naked Man Moleskin:
The rain really held off better than the weather man said it would. And these stallions stepped up like true HIMs, leading with little to no preparation afforded, and working hard to get stronger. Great to have Stopwatch out on a ruck. Always good to spend time across the table of the WaHo afterwards. And I hereby vow to never wait 154 hours to write a backblast ever again. That’s all I got.