There's no point nattering on teh intarw3bz about the proper technique for "low crawling" if your ass is going to be sticking in the air just waiting for some marines to plant a flag atop it.
I'm trying to upgrade my conditioning. I've walked in the hills with the dogs every day for years. They definately give me "the look" if they think we arent going for the walk, no matter the weather. Rain, winds, 10 below windy and snowing, whatever. I've tried doing the walk at a trot a few times, and certainly need to keep it up to gain my wind. It also lets you know how your "stuff" works. Trotting (I won't glorify it by calling what I do as jogging) with a rifle and sixgun quickly shows if it's comfortable or practical. Light, easily toted rifles are my favorite for some reason. A light scoped 308 bolt or Winchester carbine beats a bulky/awkward/high cap/ black gun for daily carry/utility.
Winter is sort of the easy situational awaresness season, what with the rattlesnakes and grizzlies denned up,....except for the wolves that can seemingly materialize from nowhere. Keeps it interesting anyway.
Mal
WV= grizesp, wonder if thats an advisory? Been warm and they've been coming out of their dens.
As a morbidly obese Uglo-American, I know my physical conditioning will be an impediment in tough times. But on the other hand, my family can melt me down for tallow if necessary. And I carry built-in ballistic jello protecting my liver and intestines. So I got that going for me.
The only thing he left out was establishing a work-out procedure with a buddy. I've been swimming now three days a week with a friend for more than 16 years. Why Swimming? Because both of us are old and our knees and other joints aren't as pliable as they used to be. (He has had knee problems all his life.) Swimming is low impact, but it don't do much to get the weight off....can't generate enough core body heat, but it does a lot for my respiration. Breast stroke, 500 yards, 3 times a week.
Way to go, nice linkage, where did the banner come from? I needed exactly that motivation tonight. But then I have always known that being a predator wasn't about remote controls and rockets on target.
I was the skinny one until I turned 14, went off Ritalin and started to eat my feelings. Luckily, my youngest sister is a student nurse and uses "diet and exercise" as a verb (as in "I will diet and exercise you!"), so she's been helping me. I've lost 16 pounds since the third week of January, and I'm not slowing down any time soon. I hope to be a bikini babe for the first time ever this summer. Only 41 more to go!
WV: pigenuo. You think it's trying to tell me something!
I'm guessing that Tam is referring to the cognitive dissonanace of pontificating on military activities while totally lacking the physical ability to carry out those same activities.
You can have my gun when you pry it from my cold, Cheetos-stained fingers.
These colors don't run in more than short bursts because anything faster than a walk (for now! I'm getting better! really!) quickly degenerates into a loping limp, and brings a look from the physical therapist that can wither flowers and egos at a hundred paces.
On the other hand, half-crippled or not, I can still climb mountains, hike along a glacier's terminal moraine, and fly in and out of strips scratched in the earth.
Which is why I am going to fly to one of the game units where it is legal to shoot caribou as close as 200 feet from the airplane - because packing the meat out is going to be the hardest part of hunting. And darn it, I'm going to, and the physical therapist's "slow down" mantra can go hang.
And when I head down south to uncivilized lands mandatory concealed carry permits, suburbs, billboards and smog, I shall have to have a concealed carry piece I've practiced aplenty, as I'm too crippled to play foot race with a mugger.
"The gun had been well cared for. Its aim was true. Remembering the podgy, underexercised looks of the gunslingers he had taken these weapons from, it seemed that they cared better for the weapons they wore than for the weapons they were. It seemed a strange way to behave, but of course this was a strange world and Roland could not judge; had no time to judge, come to that."
Good post and link Tam.
ReplyDeleteI'm trying to upgrade my conditioning. I've walked in the hills with the dogs every day for years. They definately give me "the look" if they think we arent going for the walk, no matter the weather. Rain, winds, 10 below windy and snowing, whatever. I've tried doing the walk at a trot a few times, and certainly need to keep it up to gain my wind. It also lets you know how your "stuff" works. Trotting (I won't glorify it by calling what I do as jogging) with a rifle and sixgun quickly shows if it's comfortable or practical. Light, easily toted rifles are my favorite for some reason. A light scoped 308 bolt or Winchester carbine beats a bulky/awkward/high cap/ black gun for daily carry/utility.
Winter is sort of the easy situational awaresness season, what with the rattlesnakes and grizzlies denned up,....except for the wolves that can seemingly materialize from nowhere. Keeps it interesting anyway.
Mal
WV= grizesp, wonder if thats an advisory? Been warm and they've been coming out of their dens.
Reminds me of someone we both know...
ReplyDeleteAs a morbidly obese Uglo-American, I know my physical conditioning will be an impediment in tough times. But on the other hand, my family can melt me down for tallow if necessary. And I carry built-in ballistic jello protecting my liver and intestines. So I got that going for me.
ReplyDelete"Don't run, you'll just die tired."
ReplyDeleteThe only thing he left out was establishing a work-out procedure with a buddy. I've been swimming now three days a week with a friend for more than 16 years. Why Swimming? Because both of us are old and our knees and other joints aren't as pliable as they used to be. (He has had knee problems all his life.) Swimming is low impact, but it don't do much to get the weight off....can't generate enough core body heat, but it does a lot for my respiration. Breast stroke, 500 yards, 3 times a week.
ReplyDeleteAll The Best,
Frank W. James
"I'm drought and famine resistant!"
ReplyDelete-Homer Simpson
“There are no dangerous weapons, only dangerous men.”
-Lazarus Long
OT - now THIS is a boomstick
ReplyDeletehttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OD2hV8uCkQM&eurl=http%3A%2F%2Fpatdollard%2Ecom%2F2009%2F04%2Fi%2Dpresent%2Dthe%2Dm60e4%2F&feature=player_embedded
M60E4 1600 round failure test...woo hoo.
This body was made for comfort, not for speed.
ReplyDeleteOn the other hand, in my chess game I look ahead 6 moves.
Way to go, nice linkage, where did the banner come from? I needed exactly that motivation tonight. But then I have always known that being a predator wasn't about remote controls and rockets on target.
ReplyDeletewv synators - is that like Sinators?
Heh... Chairborne Ranger.
ReplyDeleteNice.
My wife says I was hawt back in high school. (So was she, but I digress.)
ReplyDeleteGiven that that was about 90 pounds ago for me, I guess I have my work cut out.
Thanks for the kick in the ass.
I was the skinny one until I turned 14, went off Ritalin and started to eat my feelings. Luckily, my youngest sister is a student nurse and uses "diet and exercise" as a verb (as in "I will diet and exercise you!"), so she's been helping me. I've lost 16 pounds since the third week of January, and I'm not slowing down any time soon. I hope to be a bikini babe for the first time ever this summer. Only 41 more to go!
ReplyDeleteWV: pigenuo. You think it's trying to tell me something!
I'm guessing that Tam is referring to the cognitive dissonanace of pontificating on military activities while totally lacking the physical ability to carry out those same activities.
ReplyDeleteYou can have my gun when you pry it from my cold, Cheetos-stained fingers.
These colors don't run in more than short bursts because anything faster than a walk (for now! I'm getting better! really!) quickly degenerates into a loping limp, and brings a look from the physical therapist that can wither flowers and egos at a hundred paces.
ReplyDeleteOn the other hand, half-crippled or not, I can still climb mountains, hike along a glacier's terminal moraine, and fly in and out of strips scratched in the earth.
Which is why I am going to fly to one of the game units where it is legal to shoot caribou as close as 200 feet from the airplane - because packing the meat out is going to be the hardest part of hunting. And darn it, I'm going to, and the physical therapist's "slow down" mantra can go hang.
And when I head down south to uncivilized lands mandatory concealed carry permits, suburbs, billboards and smog, I shall have to have a concealed carry piece I've practiced aplenty, as I'm too crippled to play foot race with a mugger.
"The gun had been well cared for. Its aim was true. Remembering the podgy, underexercised looks of the gunslingers he had taken these weapons from, it seemed that they cared better for the weapons they wore than for the weapons they were. It seemed a strange way to behave, but of course this was a strange world and Roland could not judge; had no time to judge, come to that."
ReplyDelete--Stephen King, The Drawing of the Three