Heavy 010 the hottest class with the hottest clothes and the crampiest cramps
I was reminded via Facebook that it’s been ten (10) years since I did what is probably my favorite and most thought about GORUCK event of all time. It was quite horrible in many respects (as I will attest) but man it was somehow an even better event in about a million ways.
There was blood, sweat, and tears (on the inside of course). We were too busy sweating to cry out of our eyes.
High temps? Check.
Hickory Farms Summer sausage? Check.
Everyone’s got an event where they swear off doing more events (I have, in fact, many of these) and on a long enough timeline you will end up being right. This is not one of those timelines.
I am not coming out of retirement…right?
I don’t know if any of those guys still do events. My last event was Dallas D-Day last year.
We’ve certainly carried some equally horrible things since this one (concrete parking stops vs the worst sandbags of all time) but maybe not more horrible.
I don’t think I’ve seen an ambulance come by at one of my events.
I’ve dropped out of a few events due to being a big bitch (note: the biggest bitch).
Never again have I seen a big ass summer sausage from the fucking mall show up in someone’s ruck for food (lmao). I think Wade was eating brisket like 21 hours later out of a ziplock bag. Literally I guess the day couldn’t get worse.
Plus the cadre just ruined your day. AND HE WAS ALONE. We’ve had a bunch of cadre and combined they weren’t as bad. Not that they couldn’t be, they just choose not to be a mega ass asshole. That is not a typo.
Ask anyone who has had Jason J and they will also attest, “I declare (or certify, verify, or state) under penalty of perjury under the laws of the United States of America that the foregoing is true and correct.” that he is horrible for cadre (but in a good way?) and if anything, at least it’s memorable.
I’ve suffered for longer.
I can say I have not had such a complete total package of suffering though.
We’re all the better for it.