Obviously, to the average person, both seem certifiably insane:
The Death Race: you basically do whatever they tell you to do for 48ish hours, which likely involves chopping wood, running up and down a mountain, and carrying heavy and awkward shit.
GoRuck: you run through a city at night for 12ish hours with a backpack full of bricks and stop and do push-ups, bear crawls, crab walks, and any other stupid exercise you can possibly think of (see, e.g., monkeyfuckers; little man in the woods)
After giving it some thought (ok, WAY too much thought), I think I'm going to go with GoRuck being harder to explain. Why?
|Coupons and flags, oh my|
And people don't get that. I couldn't tell them "yeah, so I was the only female to finish," or "I placed 5th" or "the finish rate was 1%." It simply was running around the city with a team of 30 people for 12+ hours, doing PT and completing missions. The goal was finishing, and finishing as a team.
And for Chicago GoRuck Class 129, we finished as a team: 28 in, 28 out.
But therein lies the rub for me. It's no secret that I'm a competitive person. And the hardest part of the GRC was shelving this competitiveness, and reminding myself constantly "it's not a race." It's working hard for the good of the team. Not for my finish time, not for my own glory, but for the camaraderie and the mission at hand.
And dammit, I suck at it. I really, really do. There was a reason that I hated group projects in school. A reason that I chose (and still choose) to work alone at any opportunity I can get. There, I was only accountable to myself. There, every decision I made was the right decision. There, I chose the speed, I chose the course, and I chose how I got it done.
|Why are we stopping?|
Right before full-on bitch comes out.
|I am also incapable of making a normal|
face in photos
Because, for me, it was the mental, not the physical, that made GoRuck challenging. I had to get over myself, and start playing nice with others. I had to realize that my finishing time didn't matter, because we were all finishing together. And I had to drill it into my head, over and over, that this is not a competition, and this is not a race.
|Smiling makes everything better. Especially supermans.|
*Because the goal of GRC is to get everyone to finish, it unfortunately (or fortunately?) means that you are only as fast as your slowest person, and only as strong as your weakest person. I suppose this is a metaphor for teams and for life, but it sometimes means carrying people or crossloading weights, and can sometimes result in excess frustration.