This picture was taken before we started rucking. I was wearing a pack that was a little over 30 lbs weighed down by a dumbbell. Not the smartest way to toss some weight in there. I've got a lovely bruises on my back where it was sitting, but it was effective I guess. To be honest, it was a tough ruck. I haven't been feeling good, it was cold, the ground was either snowy and slick or muddy and slushy. My boots were sinking into the ground and I swear, those guys were freakin' running. I had to run to catch up ten or so times. That may not seem like a big deal, but when you're carrying 30 lbs, jogging for sec can really take it out of you!
Luckily, on the ruck back, me and the slow pokes got to set the pace so all those long legs did make it impossible to keep up. I really liked doing this. It gave my platoon a chance to chat with each other while we were doing hard work. A huge part of being in the military is unit cohesion, and knowing the guys you work with really helps.
I was seriously dreading this weekend, but it truly ended up being a successful one. I need to be less cynical about my unit and my training. Things are getting better and I should be proud to be a Soldier, reservist or not.