rucking, really?

Why on earth are we strapping weights to our backs and calling it exercise now? Seriously. Rucking. It’s walking. Yes, walking. But you add a heavy backpack. Let’s complicate the simplest form of movement known to humankind by making it three times as annoying because apparently just going outside without looking like a pack mule wasn’t enough. I mean, there are actual gyms built for these kinds of shenanigans. You know, with weights you lift and put down again? But nah, let’s carry them like we’re going on some ill-fated expedition to nowhere in particular.

Who even thought this was a great idea? Probably someone who likes pretending they’re training for an imaginary battle or auditioning for a reality survival show. Sure, they say it burns more calories and improves posture or whatever. But at what cost? Do we really need to suffer under the weight of a small planet strapped to our spines just to feel like we’re doing something worthwhile with our pathetic lives? Maybe it’s for those who want to merge nostalgia and masochism into some new age fitness journey.

It’s ridiculous. Instead of spending time just living life and maybe actually enjoying the simplicity of walking, the current obsession seems to be about making everything a contest on unnecessary endurance. Look, if you want weight-loss tips that don’t involve looking completely absurd, you might wanna try something else over at this specific text. Just saying.

I guess dragging the equivalent weight of your overly packed childhood school bag is supposed to be fun now. Fun. Sure. Whatever.