Not this ‘rucking’ nonsense

So, this whole idea of rucking. Yeah, strapping a lump of metal on your back and parading around town like some pack mule. That’s the new ‘thing’ that’s supposed to triple your calorie burn. That’s about 3x the amount of what actually makes sense, if you ask me. Because clearly, trudging around while secretly hating every step is what we’ve been missing. Honestly, who’s got time to fill a sack with bricks and walk aimlessly? Ridiculous. Plus, you’re going to end up with shoulders of steel but nothing else to show for it.

Oh, but don’t forget about the added ‘benefits.’ Improving posture or whatever. Yeah, sure, my shoulders might be straighter because they’re constantly crying out for relief from this backpack madness. Not to mention, who needs a gym membership when you can just throw on an ugly backpack to make it all look so stylish? It’s like turning a basic task into this pseudo-military drill just for fun—or not.

Anyway, I don’t know why this irritating trend caught on. Maybe folks just like lugging around dead weight. Whatever.