Ghost Ruck
Oct. 26th, 2025 09:51 amMy first official GoRuck event is in the books! It was a lot of fun, but I did not prepare properly for it, mainly because I wasn't sure what to expect. I was certainly not expecting a 35-minute AMRAP circuit before we even got going. Fox bowed out because his leg and foot are actually feeling good, and he didn't want to mess that up. I hung in there for a couple of circuits before I had to admit ... my blood pressure was too low for it, and I felt like I was going to pass out.
But I also noticed a lot of folks modifying the exercises to accommodate various injuries or limitations, and after 20 minutes, only a handful were still doing reps. So I felt less like a lazy idiot.
The course was a 5 kilometer walk around the city with stops at three cemeteries, the "torture museum," (complete with a niche mini-lecture from me about how much of what we think of as medieval torture is, unexpectedly, the Spanish Inquisition), an old military barracks, and crossing the Bridge of Lions and coming back. I made sure to stop and pat each lion because I'm a dork. Fox enjoyed getting out and walking around, and reminded me we haven't actually been to St. Augustine since Kitty died. It was a fun evening.
Until the power steering went out on the truck. We managed to get out of the parking garage though the pump was whining and the steering was making this awful grinding noise and headed to a nearby Walmart. Fox was checking the area around the steering mechanism and it looked like maybe a seal failed, but when we parked before the ruck, it had time to just leak out completely. We filled the pump back up with steering fluid and happily, we made it home without having to stop and do that again. Fox plans to replace the pump and a couple of other parts, and says he should have been checking this on his own but never really thought about it, so it's amazing that we were still driving around with the factory steering fluid.
We rolled up at home at 10:30, way past our normal bedtime, but I took time to get a hot shower and wind down a little. Crowley woke me up at his usual zero-cat-thirty, so I have not slept a whole lot and I feel kind of derpy. But it was worth it, we had a good time, and I liked the event well enough that I'd happily do another, and I know what I'm getting into.
But I also noticed a lot of folks modifying the exercises to accommodate various injuries or limitations, and after 20 minutes, only a handful were still doing reps. So I felt less like a lazy idiot.
The course was a 5 kilometer walk around the city with stops at three cemeteries, the "torture museum," (complete with a niche mini-lecture from me about how much of what we think of as medieval torture is, unexpectedly, the Spanish Inquisition), an old military barracks, and crossing the Bridge of Lions and coming back. I made sure to stop and pat each lion because I'm a dork. Fox enjoyed getting out and walking around, and reminded me we haven't actually been to St. Augustine since Kitty died. It was a fun evening.
Until the power steering went out on the truck. We managed to get out of the parking garage though the pump was whining and the steering was making this awful grinding noise and headed to a nearby Walmart. Fox was checking the area around the steering mechanism and it looked like maybe a seal failed, but when we parked before the ruck, it had time to just leak out completely. We filled the pump back up with steering fluid and happily, we made it home without having to stop and do that again. Fox plans to replace the pump and a couple of other parts, and says he should have been checking this on his own but never really thought about it, so it's amazing that we were still driving around with the factory steering fluid.
We rolled up at home at 10:30, way past our normal bedtime, but I took time to get a hot shower and wind down a little. Crowley woke me up at his usual zero-cat-thirty, so I have not slept a whole lot and I feel kind of derpy. But it was worth it, we had a good time, and I liked the event well enough that I'd happily do another, and I know what I'm getting into.
