762Rifleman made a comment on the speed bags post, and I felt it needed to be bumped up. Not for it’s comment on the speed bag, but on blowout kits.
Go and read. It is my observation that we spend too much time on gear and not enough on skills, so go get some trauma training as well. A Red Cross class on first aid would be a good start, but a poor end.
If/when we get into a big throw-down, you’re gonna need these skills.
… but I did cough up something phlegmalicious.
Lessons learned: my time for a mile was about the same as it was when I was but one score old. This means that my base fitness level hasn’t gone down (a good thing) but it hasn’t improved (a bad thing). The remedy is obvious: do it again tomorrow. I’ll have to work out a schedule for the regular work week though. My work hours give a preference to evening workouts. I’m not sure if this will be more or less difficult than working out in the morning.
Also, I was not able to run the whole thing, but had to walk a bit in the middle, perhaps fifty yards. Aside from that, I kept moving at all times.
It felt good, surprisingly, except for the phlegm.
Next steps: Repeat. Extend. Endure.
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?