Rucking heck

I haven't blogged much lately because I've been spending heaps of time wrestling with my writing. My novels, my gigs, all that stuff. Turns out, when it comes to fiction, I'm a slow ass writer.

But I'm not here to complain about my word rate. No one needs to hear that. I'm here to complain about how sore I am after my first bouts of "rucking" this week.

"Rucking" is when you train with a weighted backpack. Military folk do it, I think some police folk do it, and apparently it's a social thing too. I don't know much about all that. This came about because I was talking to a mate about hiking and he told me to expect an all-day 15kg load. So... yeah, #goals.

I'm not so hardcore that I'd run a mile with 20kg strapped to me (yet?). Just started with 2.5kg at Jacob's Ladder. That's two 1.25L bottles of water in a backpack while alternating single steps, double steps and jogging singles between flights. I can't decide whether that sounds hard or not, but doing it was certainly a challenge!

my 2.5kg rucksack

Oddly, I didn't notice the extra weight. I just felt tired and very short of breath. If I didn't know I was wearing a weighted backpack, I would have just considered myself unfit. It got me thinking about fighters who deliberately put on weight so they can fight in a higher weight class. From what I've heard, they feel slower, say it's harder. I never understood that til now.

My recent-ish trip to Brunei and Singapore sapped a lot of my fitness. I did attempt to keep up my training, but the humidity-induced fatigue and the laziness from constant eating got the better of me. I did manage 20 pushups 3 times a week, but that's not much compared to what I should be doing to hit the level of body health and fitness I want as I approach my late 30s.

watercolour of the Singapore merlion

Anyway, I've been feeling the loss of cardio fitness this month, so you can imagine how my first run of Jacob's must have gone, even with a small amount of extra weight.

It was a temperate day with a cool breeze. I managed 3 laps with the backpack on, plus 1 extra lap without. Piss poor effort, and my legs are still jiggly a day later, but I'm proud I gave it a go. Followed up the next day with the same pack on a 1-hour walk around the neighbourhood. Things started hurting, then stopped hurting not long after. :) I've been wanting to try exercise with extra weight for a while, and hope this breaks the seal for me.

This month has been busy but unfocused. Again, I blame that on the trip overseas, and having many things to do and think about.

Next month, however, is my Month of Fitness, featuring at least one bout of exercise every day. Should be a nice sequel to last year's 4-week fitness thing. This is my small promise to track and share as I go.

If anyone else is focusing on fitness in March, hit me up on twitter and we can complain about being sore together. :)