I apologize for the lack of a Tactical Tuesday post, but I didn’t have time to figure out a topic. I’ll be back on track next week.
We’re finally home. Safe and sound. We had a bit of a day, but we finally returned home.
I then got to work clearing up the yard debris that I didn’t clean up on Thursday after the hurricane. Yeah, I was a slacker, but I just wasn’t worried about it right then.
It turned out to be a bit bigger job than I thought, and I type this right now feeling kind of exhausted, but you know what? It’s worth it.
My plan for tomorrow was to train and add deadlifts in with my overhead presses. I’ve decided not to do that. The reason? I picked up largish hunks of tree. I’m pretty sure I have deadlifts covered. Besides, I’ll be doing squats on Friday and I’ll do some deadlifts then.
However, I did see a prime example of just how important training really is: My own son.
You see, while I was hauling large hunks o’ tree around, he was helping. However, my 45-year-old butt was outworking the 17-year-old JROTC cadet. He felt like he was going to throw up with the work he’d performed, but I’d moved half of the large hunks all by my lonesome and still helped him with his hunks.
In other words, he’s horribly out of shape, and I’m not as out of shape as I thought I was.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m still out of shape, but I feel at least a little better about my status. I know I have a little something going on at least.
It also tells me that my son desperately needs to train his everloving ass off. He’s too young to have gotten that exhausted that easily.
I’m too tired to delve into a deep, philosophical discussion about this right now, but I know what I need to write about tomorrow.
In the meantime, I’m going to rest up, try to get some sleep in a bit, and enjoy the fact that I’m home, my family is safe and sound, and we are all here with power, cable, and internet. We are well and truly blessed.
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