40 Fit to Fight or Fit to Fail
Hello, my name is forty. I come from a generation that grew up watching the Andy Griffith show at supper time, and could hardly wait till Saturday morning so I could watch bugs bunny on one of the three channels we had on our huge 19 inch TV. My X games consisted of a big wheel and a steep hill. My “call of duty” was keeping my room clean and getting the chores done before the old man got home from work. My social media was a huffy bicycle that I rode to see my friends down the road. My idea of respect for my elders and those in potions of authority were not debatable, a good swift backhand to the lips or a good solid swipe of a leather belt seemed to reinforce the importance of respecting others. Sunday morning preaching taught me to value the life of everyone, because we’re all going through a battle in this world….it’s funny how all the small things added up in my generation to produce men and women that knew the best way to get ahead in life was to keep your hands working instead of stretching them out for a freebie.
Not much has changed in my world, I’m still stuck in a Mayberry frame of mind. But oh my goodness, how this world has changed!! The word respect is almost a foreign language in our culture. Every form of evil can be viewed through social media by anyone, regardless of age. Work and success are now considered antonyms. We live in a world that is upside down…. with all that being said, I’ve realized that the one generational gap between me and the current group of less than desirable’s that could cause me some trouble is my physical conditioning…. I have the work ethic, I have the mind set, I have the values, I have the morals, but should my chance encounter with one or two or three or four of these scumbags ever manifest, would I be in good enough shape to survive it? Right now the answer is I don’t know. I know what your thinking, ” just unholster your EDC and put 2 to the chest & 1 to the head and repeat as needed.” That would be the best case scenario indeed, but often times it just doesn’t pan out that easy. So my new years goal is to make myself a force to be reckoned with. I know I’m 40, but I’m not dead. There’s still plenty of fire left in this generation of men and women… so here are my goals in 2015. 1. To be able to tie my shoes without feeling like I just left the navy seal drown proof training. 2. To be able to look straight down and confirm that I’m still a male and that I still have 10 toes. 3. Bench press my body weight 10 reps ( It may take me to December to do that one ) 4. Complete a 5k in 30 minutes or less. 5. Eat healthy enough that I will live to see 41. 6. Run sprints. I’m a firm believer that movement means survival, but slow movement will not produce the same out come.
I know this may not seem to important to some people, but everyday I’m getting older and the face of evil keeps getting younger. I figure I might ought to even up the odds in my favor a little bit more. So, with a little grit and sweat I should be back in fighting shape in short order. But with the world becoming a petri dish for evil, I must not forget the most important part of my training. Keeping my eyes upon the Lord Jesus. God bless you in 2015 and stay sharp, evil doesn’t take vacation days.