Ready for the Zombie Apocalypse
Just thought of another reason to stay fit. For the last several years, film makers and television producers have been telling us there is likely to be a Zombie Apocalypse. Okay, granted, they're catering to the nostalgia nerds (myself included, although I do believe my interest is waning, I have yet to watch an episode of “The Walking Dead”) who fell in love with the classic “Night of the Living Dead”, but on the off chance it happens, you do want to be able to survive, don't you?
Seriously, how about the more realistic chance of being in a scuffle in a bar or other gathering with a less than sober opponent? Again, most of us know how to avoid those situations, but on the off chance it happens, it's pretty nice to know you'd be able to subdue the attacker without much fuss. No need to hurt him, or her, mind you. Just detain them until the police arrive to take them to the drunk tank.
Being fit is being confident in your ability to defend yourself. I'm not saying you should go out looking for fights or altercations. I'm just saying when your muscles are all working properly, you have a better than average chance of coming out on top of a physical altercation.
On the positive side, you also are the guy who can open the pickle jar without a single grunt, load 50 pound bags of dog food or potting soil without breaking a sweat, and carry in the big purchases with little or no help.
So how do you get fit? You get on your program and you stay committed. Simple as that. No if's, no and's, no but's. You plan your routine and you follow it. If the routine gets boring, you change it up, you shift it to another machine or program, but you stay with it. You do it when you get lazy. You do it when you are bored. You do it. Period.
Today, as every Friday, was Leg day. I moved the deadlifts and dumbbell squats to 100 pounds, the lunges, calf raises, single leg extensions, leg curls to 60 pounds. My legs were shaking just a bit on the way down the stairs to do my leg presses on the Gazelle at level 6. They were shaking even more on the way up the stairs after I finished.
That is what's supposed to happen, people. Your shirt should be soaked, your body feel like it's ready to collapse and your muscles feel like they're about to explode. It hurts and feels terrific all at the same time, ala Irving Stone...The Agony and the Ecstasy.
I'm ready to take a break.
I hope you are having a blessed and powerful day.