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[emelbe]

I spent from Friday night at eight to Saturday night at eight [SIC; 24 hours] with thirty-eight other folks in those boots, with those bricks (and water and food and spare clothes) in that ruck doing ridiculous, hard, awkward stuff to earn that patch for my first (and probably last) GoRuck Heavy. 

I am sore; I am starving; my left shin and calf—but somehow only my left—are covered in scrapes and scratches and cuts; my face is windburned; I will be picking sand out of my ears and off my scalp for at least a week; and my feet just might secede. Pictures from the event are trickling in. We’re checking in with each other. I am, as with theChallenge in June, still processing and probably will be for a while.

But I do know this: If this—endurance events and whisk(e)y and books and travel—is what my mid-life crisis looks like, I am 100% okay with that.

Comments

[nanila]

You're having the best mid-life crisis. Congratulations on finishing the GoRuck Heavy!

[emelbe]

I'm enjoying it. And thank you! It was... well, it was heavy as well as a few other things.