Ruck at the Necropolis (Fort Meigs)
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Date(s) - 10/31/2017
5:30 am - 6:30 am
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Fort Meigs
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Perrysburg, ruck
What the ruck is a ruck? A hike with a weighted backpack (approx 30 lbs) while stopping along the brisk walk to do some invigorating exercise. Excellent 1st F (fitness) and 2nd F (fellowship). If an FNG (Friendly New Guy) is a bit timid to post for a workout the ruck is a great intro to the pax.
Zombie Ruckpocalypse!!!
QIC – Stark
PAX – Buttermaker, Tots, Mudvayne, Shawshank, Bourbon, Boulder, Slimer, The Col., Tackleberry, Bambi, Cobra, Casper, Peepers, Venom, Zod, Flo, ZigZag, Virus, Schizo, HazMat, FNG Brandon “Shakira” Ver
Coupons – 2 American Flag Shovel Flags, One F3 Shovel Flag, 2 40 pound bags of absorbent, Betty the Bell, and Pumkins
Total Distance Covered – 3.65 miles
Due to an unfortunate incident between Haz Mat and Virus the world no longer belonged to the living, it was the dead who owned both day and night. But 22 Elite soldiers were sent into Z-Zone, the epicenter of the zombie apocalypse, to reverse the fate mankind had bestowed upon itself. Their mission was to locate the last remaining possible antidote canisters (pumpkins) held deep within a military installment (The Wall) that has been overrun. There was no promise that the canisters would even be there, or that any of them would return safely, but not a single PAX wavered as they hit the drop zone. The last remaining airstrike ordinance was dropped to clear a path for these soldiers. They had 30 mins to make it from the drop point (Fort Meigs) to the Wall before the zombies overtook the path. With an extremely deliberate power-hike pace established by Buttermaker, the PAX approached the first hot-spot, The Necropolis (Fort Meigs Cemetery). Here the first onslaught hit the group unexpectedly. We had to circle around our equipment and hold the formation (plank) until the dead were no longer advancing on our position…the PAX held. Meanwhile, in order to maintain awareness of our fellow PAX, and distinguish the living from the dead, we had to constantly pump our hands in the air in sets of 66 air-shoulder presses (10 set for a total of 666). Boulder was in charge of the 66 press-callouts with precision. We made it to the Wall with only a minute to spare. The PAX began a fevered search for the antidote. The sweet sound came ringing across the Wall “I GOT EM!”. The canisters were there and intact!! But the euphoria faded as suddenly as it began. The moment the canisters were removed an alarmed blared out across the Maumee…the zombies were coming!! The entire hoard would be on them in seconds. The PAX scaled the giant stone pavers to lay in prone position and await the massive onslaught that was approaching. Each knocked off 10 headshots (hand release pushups) and fell back to the center of the Wall. Here they opened up massive rapid fire bursts (Flutter Kicks with packs held above chest). But the hoard had no end. With ammunition expended, and their backs against each other, the PAX grabbed anything they could wield. The melee was never ending (overhead chops with packs while lunging, 5 per leg) and with the last gasps of their exhausted lungs the entire PAX found strength in each other to rally a final blow (7 man maker burpees) to hold their position!…the PAX held. Without a chance to think, or celebrate their survival, they gathered the antidote and all their equipment to rendezvous with the water evac. The pace became frantic, their heads dazed, yet they moved to the rally point. The stench of the water treatment plant was a reminder of the piles of bodies they had just laid to waste at the Wall. As they approached the river it was too late, the water evac was overrun by the dead…and soon so were they. The last stand was here, the PAX remained vigilant, placed the antidote in the center and guarded it (Held squat) with the last of their might. Just as all hope seemed lost, a crackle came across the radio, “Stark, there is a helicopter inbound, get your men to the drop zone by 0635!” The PAX found an opening in the hoard and moved! With hope back in their hearts the PAX found new vigor and raced to the drop zone. After skirting the backside of Fort Meigs and coming to the clearing we could see it…the lights of the helicopter like angles descending. There were 90 seconds and one large field between the PAX and humanity’s survival….10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3 the second melted away….and like that, they were ascending into the heavens, not as a spirit that left this world, but as brothers, warriors, F3 Toledo PAX in the belly of a helicopter. It was over. They had escaped the Zombie Ruckpocalypse unscathed…
Cobra: Hey Boulder, you feeling alright?
Boulder: Ya ya, just exhausted.
Cobra: You sure man, your eyes look really bloodshot
Boulder: eh (cough) eh hee….uuuuuhhhhhh
Cobra:…AHHHHHH!!!
Schizo: Holy shit man, holy shit…its Boulder he turned!
Peepers: **Schwink** (ax)
Shakira: Phew, let’s go home boys
Count-a-rama, Name-a-rama, COT
Happy Halloween! Be safe with your kiddos and driving around
-Stark Out