I’m doing the 100 push ups app at the mo. It is making a difference
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19th April 2018, 13:28 #951Moderator
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19th April 2018, 17:34 #952Space Lord of Terra
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Never liked carrying water ... theres fluid dynamics at play, the water moves within itself causing a lateral pull as your hips rotate your back left and right which slightly off balances you on the run on each side and can tire you out. dumbbell plates in the backpack, taped together and plenty of padding around them, backpack cinched up as tightly as i can get it and water bottle or 2 to consume - separate from the weight obviously - added in the lid or the vest.
"He is an enemy officer taken in battle and entitled to fair treatment."
"No, sir. He's a sergeant, and they don't deserve no respect at all, sir. I should know. They're cunning and artful, if they're any good. I wouldn't mind if he was an officer, sir. But sergeants are clever."
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19th April 2018, 17:55 #953Moderator
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The only loose water was in the camelback
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19th April 2018, 21:34 #954Hostage
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Half fill a 2L plastic bottle with water, then fill the bottle with play sand. Tamp it every so often so the sand settles. It weighs about 5k from memory (but it’s about 25 years sunce I did it!). I also filled square 5L bottles. Basically, you can do it to any shape/size you want, and if the bottle is full, it’s solid.
'He died who loved to live,' they'll say,
'Unselfishly so we might have today!'
Like hell! He fought because he had to fight;
He died that's all. It was his unlucky night.
http://www.salamanderoasis.org/poems...nnis/luck.html
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20th April 2018, 00:41 #955CQMS
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Buy 1.5kg bags of Lidl flour (20p-ish UK money).
Wrap them in sniper tape.
Will last for ages...I keep a day sack with 15kgs of Lidls finest in it for practice tabbing.
Don't use the self-raising though.'History is a vast early warning system'. Norman Cousins
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20th April 2018, 13:39 #956Hostage
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Wouldn’t the self-raising be better for going up hills? Originally Posted by spider
'He died who loved to live,' they'll say,
'Unselfishly so we might have today!'
Like hell! He fought because he had to fight;
He died that's all. It was his unlucky night.
http://www.salamanderoasis.org/poems...nnis/luck.html
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20th April 2018, 14:06 #957Recruit
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The best advice that I can give is
"Eat less, exercise more".
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20th April 2018, 22:45 #958Brigadier General
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Your priority is not to suffer a injury
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22nd April 2018, 21:46 #959CQMS
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A little packet of yeast is handy for the oul hills Originally Posted by Flamingo
Wouldn’t the self-raising be better for going up hills?
'History is a vast early warning system'. Norman Cousins
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23rd April 2018, 09:55 #960C/S
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Thanks for all the suggestions lads. I was away from my account for the last few days so didn't a chance to read until now!
I may have some responses myself yet!
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12th September 2018, 22:41 #961Lt Colonel
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Anyone here Galway based?
I knew a simple soldier boy.....
Who grinned at life in empty joy,
Slept soundly through the lonesome dark,
And whistled early with the lark.
In winter trenches, cowed and glum,
With crumps and lice and lack of rum,
He put a bullet through his brain.
And no one spoke of him again.
You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye
Who cheer when soldier lads march by,
Sneak home and pray you'll never know
The hell where youth and laughter go.
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