Originally published at Notes from the bunker…. You can comment here or there.

Still, going to CrossFit. I suck tremendously at it, but even with my poor performance there Im getting results. I’ve met too many preparedness-minded individuals who, while having plenty of good intentions and their heart being ijn the right place, might have a bit of difficulty doing anything extremely physical. There’s alot of things the end of the world is going to be and I think one of them is ‘physical’. We’re going to be running up and down stairs with armloads of gear, slinging rucks around, making mad dashes with 5-gallon cans of fuel and water, moving heavy objects, digging out from debris, walking long distances, etc, etc. It’d be nice not to have a heart attack while doing it. So…I go to CrossFit. I figure I’ll have mny heart attack there and get it out of the way.

Todays workout was inspired by a guy who was apparently so hardcore that he ran the workout in his armour. He was also such a major badass that he earned a (posthumous) Medal of Honor. The workout?
Run a mile, do a hundred pullups, two hundred pushups, three hundred squats and after your done with that go run another mile…just because. Oh, and youre doing it for time. Have fun.

I made it through about 75% of it before the clock ran out on me. This was about the same time my arms ran out on me and I couldnt do another pullup to save my life. Miserable failure? I suppose, but at least I have something to work against next time. Plus, I figure my lackluster performance is still quite an improvement over not doing it at all. A few of the savages in the group managed this hellacious task in about 35 minutes. I suspect theyre refugees from Krypton.