Hobble & Gobble

  • Thursday, September 29, 2022
  • 0530-0615
  • 36.132175, -79.880630
  • 50 °F, 81% humidity


Oil Slick, Bloomer, On Time, Kilowatt, Stretch, Bodett, Gunny, Phoenix, STP, Hakuna Matata, Sugar Cake, Poehler, Tommy Boy


Tommy Boy

Another perfect day in the Gloom for some SRT #funishment. After calling the pax to order, we loaded up and and took off an 800M ruck with sandbags. Upon arrival to the AO, gear was grounded as we began the:


  • SSH x 20IC
  • Sun Gods x 10IC
  • Unwind x 10 IC
  • Copperhead Squats x 20 IC

Load back up for:

The Thang

“Desert Punch”

  • 800M ruck + sandbag
  • 30 Sandbag Deadlift into High-pulls
  • 20 Sandbag Front Squats
  • 10 Burpees over sandbag
  • 20 Sandbag Front Squats
  • 30 Sandbag Deadlift into High-pulls
  • 800M ruck + sandbag

The pax then returned to the Shovel Flag for:


Gunny, STP, and YHC started the day early with an EC Army PFT. After the two-mile run, we saved the remaining for the Pax

  • Max Hand-release Merkins x 2 minutes
  • Max Butterfly Sit-ups x 2 minutes



  • STP & Gunny– Glad I could join you for the Army PFT; GREAT way to start the morning… alongside my brothers!
  • Poehler– always great to talk shop (parenting) with you. Time to plan a leaf day.
  • Bloomer & Hakuna– grateful to see you men get into (SRT) Sandbag/Ruck Training. Keep EHing more guys to join the fray!
  • Oil Slick– proud of you and 50cc for taking up the leadership mantel for Hobble & Gobble; a perfect choice.
  • Bodett, Kilowatt, Stretch, On Time– thanks for posting to 6MoM; hope the splinter ruck was fruitful and any injuries are kept at bay.
  • Sugar Cake– looking forward to joining you at the Cheerwine Fest… the bands are gonna be EPIC!
  • Phoenix– FIRED UP for your GrowRuck experience. All you men are going to be assets throughout the night.


by Edgar Albert Guest
Can’t is the worst word that’s written or spoken;
Doing more harm here than slander and lies;
On it is many a strong spirit broken,
And with it many a good purpose dies.
It springs from the lips of the thoughtless each morning
And robs us of courage we need through the day:
It rings in our ears like a timely-sent warning
And laughs when we falter and fall by the way.

Can’t is the father of feeble endeavor,
The parent of terror and half-hearted work;
It weakens the efforts of artisans clever,
And makes of the toiler an indolent shirk.
It poisons the soul of the man with a vision,
It stifles in infancy many a plan;
It greets honest toiling with open derision
And mocks at the hopes and the dreams of a man.

Can’t is a word none should speak without blushing;
To utter it should be a symbol of shame;
Ambition and courage it daily is crushing;
It blights a man’s purpose and shortens his aim.
Despise it with all of your hatred of error;
Refuse it the lodgment it seeks in your brain;
Arm against it as a creature of terror,
And all that you dream of you some day shall gain.

Can’t is the word that is foe to ambition,
An enemy ambushed to shatter your will;
Its prey is forever the man with a mission
And bows but to courage and patience and skill.
Hate it, with hatred that’s deep and undying,
For once it is welcomed ’twill break any man;
Whatever the goal you are seeking, keep trying
And answer this demon by saying: “I can.”

Grace & Peace,

Tommy Boy