The BackBlast:

AO:

ruck

Pax Names:

Lexi, Gut Check, Hooch

Number of Pax:

3

FNG Names:

Number of FNGs:

0

Intro:

There are some things she will never understand nor appreciate. And that’s why I have you, my brothers.

Warm-o-Rama:

Set out at 5 am for a 1 mile warm-up ruck, so we could swing back through and get any 5:30 arrivals. There were none to pick up, so we just made a quick pit stop, cranked out 25 incline merkins (with the ruck on), and headed out for some more hot steppin'.

The Thang:

The goal was 10 miles, and although it was painful, we did it in less than three hours. 5 of the 10 miles were at sub 17-minute-pace, including a 15:34 mile that included some elevation gain. Lexi and Gut Check are animals (in the finest and beastliest sense of the term), and they handled it with nary a problem.

COT:

Lexi had to scoot early, and we didn't want to crash the Chatterbox COT. Continuing the theme of breaking the norm from last week's mid-ruck COT, this morning we opted for a seat on the TOT (tailgate of trust), basically unable to stand any longer.

Naked Man Moleskin:

When YHC got home later in the morning, I overheard my M's synopsis of my morning activities as she talked on the phone as follows, and I quote, yada yada yada… "and Turner did his little backpack thing"… blah blah blah… The word "little" really stung. But she doesn't have an insensitive bone in her body and I know she meant no harm to my masculinity. Sometimes the world will see what we do as foolishness, and even our brides will flippantly call 10 miles of hard work and pain "his little backpack thing". But it's more than a little backpack thing. It's fitness, fellowship, and faith, without which I'd be so much worse for the wear.