About me

I came to rucking at forty, when running no longer suited me and a walk with empty hands felt too easy. A friend gave me an old rucksack and a bag of sand, and I carried them up and down the hill behind our town every morning before the heat. Within a month I felt stronger than I had in years.

I live in a hill town at the edge of the desert, a place of flat roofs and steep stone stairs. Heat and water decide everything here, so most of what I teach is about them: when to start, how much to carry, what to drink and when to turn back. Nothing I do is fast or heroic. A ruck is a walk with a pack, at a pace you could keep up all day.

What I sell is the same plan made simple: a twelve session plan, logs and sheets to print, a water chart and a workbook, plus two video courses. Every post here comes back to the kit, in the order to gather it, because most beginners buy the wrong thing first. I end most days with a pot of tea and the pack by the door.