In this upcoming all-night ruck, everyone moves as a team, so the slowest person sets the pace. Hopefully that’s not me–there will be a lot of cardio studs with lungs like jet turbines. I can live with it if I end up as the “weak sister,” but actually I think I’m in luck. The team has to schlep a 30# “team weight” and a jerry can of water (maybe 40#) throughout the night, and though that may not sound like fun, it’s good news for me. Even though I’d be lucky just to be middle-of-the-pack aerobically, I’ve misspent much of my life lifting heavy things, so I think I can serve the team as The Guy Who Can Lug the Can.
To that end, today’s game was to suitcase-carry Alik the 16kg Kettlebell up the Rock of Faeries without setting him down, while also wearing the Luxurious Belgian Backpack of Bricks. I was shocked at how well it went. As long as I switched hands often and slowed down enough to only breathe through my nose, I could schlep along indefinitely and stay in the Happy Zone, high on endorphins. In fact, the trip went so smoothly that I stretched it out and did a second lap and still finished with a big smile on my face.