"Do you suppose they will choose to make war against lean, solid dogs rather than against fat and tender sheep?"
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... Continue Reading →
I'm outgrowing my love of cheap Communist Bloc stuff as I prepare for the looooooooong all-night ruck in Carson City. I don't want to get halfway through the event only to drop out just because the last of my skin has been rubbed off by smelly Czechoslovak canvas. So today I surrendered, embraced the capitalist... Continue Reading →
http://www.varusteleka.comva Strong, cheap, unattractive, and indestructible. That's how you know it's Russian. It’s the “veshmeshok,” a primitive canvas knapsack. I used to think of it as a crappy, “last-ditch” item, but now it’s my first choice. When traveling with one Huge Freaking Backpack, I still need a small daypack, unless I want to empty out... Continue Reading →
Mud run tomorrow. Behold the Backpack of Bricks (BoB)! I’m defining success as the team (Jason and Michelle Skadisdottir) finishing intact *with* me schlepping the BoB the whole way by any means necessary. (OK, any means that doesn’t involve a golf cart.) In case of Catastrophic Backpack Failure (CBF), the bricks must still get across... Continue Reading →
Behold the face of endorphins! A wise man once told me, "There's magic in loaded carries." I did what I always do with really great advice: I ignored it as long as possible. But 2018 is shaping up as Jason's Year of Loaded Carries. Today's game was to hump Vanya the 32kg Bell and the... Continue Reading →