[ruckus] 5 Stones and 8 Men

AO: ruckus
Q: U-Haul
PAX: Wilbur, Black Hat, Posse, Chastain, Pyro, Hatchet, Zinfandel
FNGs: None
COUNT: 8
What had happened was:
At the crack of dawn—6:00 AM sharp—eight men set off with weighted packs, grit in their hearts, and the streets and trails of Five Stones Church and Champion Forest ahead of them. Mission: 45 minutes. Challenge accepted. And completed—right on time.

Among the crew were two warriors, Zinfandel and Black Hat, deep into a 7-day fast. No food, no problem. They rucked like men fueled by something greater. Then there was Chastain, for whom a simple stroll wasn’t enough—he brought along a 60 lb sandbag just to keep things interesting.

Leading the charge was yours truly, U-Haul, allegedly not hung over from last night’s bourbon tasting (we’ll let the fellas decide if they believe that one). Alongside us were Posse, Wilbur, and Hatchet, fresh off surviving the Spartan in Concord just yesterday—extra respect to Hatchet for keeping his tracker this time. Growth.

On security detail was Pyro, patrolling the perimeter on asphalt, eyes on the gear, cars, and the horizon. Every squad needs a watchful guardian—he was ours.

Trails were crushed, streets were claimed, and fellowship was forged. The mission was simple, but the brotherhood made it meaningful. Another one in the books.

Ruck hard. Finish stronger.