The grocery store ruck march

There are plenty of things I expected to sacrifice during my deployment to D.C. Quiet country roads? Obviously. Having my own car? I knew that was coming. But I was not prepared to discover that grocery shopping would become an endurance sport.

After months of living in hotels, I finally moved into an apartment with a full kitchen. A stove! A microwave! Actual counter space! I was ready to cook real meals again and stop treating DoorDash like a food group. There was just one problem: the nearest grocery store is a mile away, uphill both ways.

Before my Washington friends laugh, this is not a W...