Snowmageddon…

Date: 2025-01-10 AO: scars Q: Roulette PAX: taggart, The Worm, ToeJam, Starch, Winston (Taggart’s fearless four-legged companion) FNGs: None COUNT: 5 Conditions: Cold enough to make your ruck straps feel like icicles, with a snowstorm creeping closer by the minute. The PAX rolled into the gloom layered up and ready to embrace the suck. And just as we were about to kick off, taggart arrived with his trusty sidekick, Winston — a dog who clearly has no time for nonsense and even less patience for the cold.
THE THANG: We rucked just under 3 miles, keeping a strong pace to stay warm. Winston, however, had a slightly different agenda. While the rest of us were focused on crushing miles, Winston seemed determined to sniff every tree, pole, and blade of grass along the way. About halfway in, The Worm peeled off early. His mission? The Stacks breakfast meetup. Apparently, he’s a man who knows that rucking builds strength, but Grape jelly bacon pancakes builds happiness. We gave him a hard time, of course, but secretly we were all a bit jealous. With The Worm gone, the rest of us pressed on. The final stretch was quiet — the kind of quiet only found on a winter morning when the world hasn’t woken up yet. That’s where the work happens. That’s where scars are earned. ANNOUNCEMENTS: Stay safe out there today. COT: Prays for those dealing with natural disasters around the country.