Rule #1 of Zombieland: Cardio.
Fatties get eaten first. True in zombie combat, true in …
Well, if you ignore the “eating” part, true in real combat too.
I have a confession to make. I have always hated PT. From grade school through high school, it was my least favorite class. When I got to college, no one made me do it, and I had no drive to do it on my own.
But whether you call it an awakening, an eye-opening, or just a realization that I’m not 20-something anymore, I know I need to get out and run myself to exhaustion.
Perhaps it was triggered by watching all those Surviving the Cut episodes on the Military Channel, where they show you what Marine Recon, Rangers, Navy divers, and Special Forces go through (in some cases, just to be accepted to train further) in terms of physical training. It hurts just to look at it, to say nothing of lifting that log with all your fellow trainees.
But I don’t have logs, I just have my rifle, my speed bag, and my will. And tomorrow morning, after I check in with work and fix anything that broke overnight (yes, I have one of those jobs), I will grab my running shoes, speed bag, and olive drab wool cap, stretch, and go for a one mile run.
What are you doing to physically prepare?