In honor of the 82 anniversary of D-Day, two hard core ruckers (@Sable and Rodeo Clown) launched on an 8.2 mile ruck at 6AM. With 50lb packs, we were off to a good pace and paused on Robious Landing at 6:30 (the time the invasion began) to pay our respects to those who paid the ultimate price that day, and those who made it through. Hat tip to Rodeo Clown’s brother in law’s father who jumped with the 101 Airborne that day. We also honored the 82 Airborne by rucking with both their unit standards (flags). We banked 4 miles in Robiou’s Landing park, then another 4.2 around Tarrington and its river front park. Got to love those hills in Tarrington. Ours was a walk in the park compared to those we honored, their loads were 100lbs+ and they were dodging flack and bullets. Had they not prevailed that day, the world might be very different and far less free today. Please take a moment to remember and honor them today. Let’s honor the past by how we live today.
Author: RODEO CLOWN
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what the duck
Seven soggy HIMs braved the Larus Park Swamp for a brisk 4 mile ruck. The local ducks thought we were part of their gaggle and decided to join us for coffee rama. We stretched our minds discussing world history as we powered our way through chapter 2 of The Uses of the Past.
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Bringing the Party
2 hearty HIMs brought the party for our morning ruck. Just shy of 3 miles. Good to see House Party back in action.
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Virtious Wet Ones
6 HIMs who were not water soluble, gathered in the gloom to conquer 3 miles of rucking throughout Larus Park with an extra jaunt out to Stony Point Mall. In spite of the mud and rain, no man was left behind and no man slipped in the mud. We ended on time with some stretching that may have been mistaken for a rain dance, then closed with our COT. The mumble chatter on the trail was a great prologue to our coffeeteria Q-Source discussion. We bantered about the finer points of the Jester and the M. Turns out we all had a lot of first hand experience with both. All came away enlightened and feeling ready to swim into the day.
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Cherry Popp’n Bitc#
8 HIMs joined YHC for his bootcamp VQ. The mumble chatter was dominated by dissertations on the varying applications of the word bitc#. All agreed that it is versatile and multifaceted. We took a cruse down to the river where a few land lubbers experienced some sea sickness as we got the dock a rockin with our tour guide Dora. Last Call rightly called out YHC on time as we were about to embark on another round at the dock. “Yo bitc#, we are gonna run out of time.” So we moseyed back to Twin Team base with a port call at JRHS along the way. This completed our 2.5 mile tour.
The drill:
Mosey to first intersection for Warmarama (sets of 20):
Sun God – arm circles
Invisible Jump Rope
Side Straddle Hop
Don Quixote’s
Mosey to second intersection (sets of 20):
Imperial walkers
Freddie mercury
Flutter kicks
Run to the dock. Partner for a Dora
100 merkins
200 squats
300 LBCs little baby crunches
Partner runs loop
Run back to JRHS
15 WW 2s
Run back to Twin Team base
numbers, names, announcements, COT
kayak/float/paddle this Sunday at 3PM, Huguenot Flat Water, families welcome. -
Fake it till you make it.
Sometimes it IS your first rodeo.
5 hearty HIMs conquered the darkness with Ruck Star style. YHC (Rodeo Clown) faked it with confidence (only 2 wrong turns) for my Virgin Q as we kept up a brisk pace at nearly 2.5 miles of steamy hills and swampy bottoms. With the PAX begging for more, we returned to the flag with enough time to squeeze in two sets of Merkins – of course we were wearing our rucks. YHC needed the extra practice (learning how to count) as I worked out the kinks with my first Q. Thanks were given in COT for our fellowship and how the PAX supported a brother in his successful quest for employment. Tasty food and beverages at Einstein’s were enjoyed by all. We washed things down with our ever-savory (and sometimes spicy) conversation. High 5’s were exchanged as we headed out to conquer the day!