Today (I wrote this text on the 26th of July, 2025), I thought about sweet sweat while rucking.
How hot was it today? It was over 30 degrees Celsius (86 degrees Fahrenheit). How many additional kilograms did I have on my back and shoulders? I carried 37.5 kg (83 lbs.). How many steps did I take? I took almost 6k steps. Why so little? Hmm… Was I sweating too much? I was thinking whether to mention it or not. Yes, I will say it, because it happened for the first time in my almost 10-year career as a street photographer. I had to finish my photo walk earlier, because I simply had to… poo. Yes, I needed to return home earlier because a force majeure happened, and I simply had to return to the toilet.
So, why did I name this text “Sweet Sweat?”
It was because, while the initial walk, when I truly felt the burden on my body in the scorching heat, I started to sweat profusely, so that I could not even see precisely, because sweat was pouring straight into my eyes. When it was happening, I tried to convince myself to cherish this hectic moment and find a way to overcome it. It was a moment when I told myself, “I love this sweet sweat.” A few moments later, I decided to return home for the reason mentioned above.
Tomorrow, I plan to do a ruck with 37.5 kg and do street photography again. Even if it seems it would be hot, I have no doubts that feeling the sweet sweat is one of the best things I can do for myself. It will be tough. While I will be rucking, undoubtedly, I will be suffering. Still, without this effort and pain, there wouldn’t be broadly defined growth and progress in my life.
