Combat ready

I recently joined a gym. Gold’s gym, specifically. Since my return from Iraq late last year, I really haven’t done much to keep myself fit. I rode my bicycle a few times, but then winter really set in and I’ve never been much good in the cold. So I joined a gym.

I’ve been working out there for a couple of weeks now. Today’s workout was pretty good. I’m trying to get myself back to a combat-ready condition, even though I have no idea whether I’ll be called upon to return to Iraq or some other combat zone. Since I got back to Metropolis, I’ve had a heightened sense of danger, and I’ve always been a pretty careful person. I live in an area where the threat of terrorism is high, but it isn’t really terrorists I watch out for — at least not the foreign variety. There are plenty of thugs here to make life more challenging.

So I have a heavy bag, work it a bit. I have Matt Furey’s Combat Conditioning book, I have my bicycle and running shoes, and I have the gym. I’m starting to feel life return to my body. I suppose I would like to have a long life and do all the things I’ve wanted to do, but for now I’m trying to up my chances of seeing tomorrow, and for that I believe I have to prepare.