I wrote this text on the 20th of June, 2025, while in the Latvian town of Liepaja, knowing it had been a sixth day without rucking.
Yesterday, while we were walking via the sandy Baltic beach from one of the city malls, Maxima XX, to our apartment in the city center, I recalled rucking. Why? It was because I had quite many items (including bottles of beer) in my rucksack. Of course, for me, my backpack was light. It was not as heavy as the burden I carry while rucking in Warsaw. Still, I realized that yesterday was the fifth day without rucking for me. Today, while writing this text, it is the sixth, and I simply miss this activity. I feel my muscles slowly starting to scream for the heavier load.
Is rucking addictive?
Perhaps it is. I think that most, if not all, physical activities are addictive. How do I know it? Between 2011 and 2018, I had been swimming regularly. I started with swimming for 30 minutes and finished swimming (with only short breaks for peeing) for one hour and forty minutes. Undoubtedly, I was addicted to swimming and stressing my muscles. Today, I feel the same thing happened. After all, I have been regularly rucking since mid-August 2024. It’s been almost a year since I started this hectic sports activity.
I stress my muscles in a controllable way.
I cannot wait, I will return to Poland and return to rucking. Even though I know the last 25% of marching with the heavy rucksack will be backbreaking, and I will be praying for it to end, I know it is one of the most fundamental ways to improve my stamina, endurance, and strength. Still, the break from rucking would only make me feel positive things. Enough writing for today. Now, I will return to feast.
