I am piecing together the appendages of a leaner, meaner Max.  The weather broke yesterday.  I laced up an old pair of combat boots and humped a ruck sack full of concrete around town.  Without a frame, or waist and sternum straps, the exercise rapidly became a test of my determination.

And my hangover.

No excuses.  I pressed on.  However, the need for better gear was apparent.  There is a difference between training hard and training stupid, and I’ll get nowhere if I fuck myself up being stubborn.

My new MOLLE pack is ordered; a standard MIL-spec rig.  With the adoption of ACU, older DCU gear is dropping in price.  I can outfit myself on the cheap.

I’ve looked over other training materials.  One recommended solo hikes, overnights in the woods.  Get used to moving around by yourself, get used to the noise at night.

I’ll have to order a MOLLE rig for my .45.