Running (and Training) to fight the Zombies!!!
Sunday, January 01, 2017
I enjoy working out possibly more than the average person. But I have to admit, I do sometimes feel routine gets stale. So, today, I created my exercise plan based on a story I created - to keep it fun.
And, me being me, it was about surviving a Zombie outbreak. I have to train to help protect my people!
TODAY'S STORY AND WORKOUTS
It was a day like most others. Lonely, dreary, and merely about surviving. Sneaking around the path, I suddenly heard the sound of movement behind me. I tensed, but before spinning to blindly attack, my mind snapped with the realization that there was not the usual stench of undead, no groaning, and I hadn't heard the distinct sound of shuffl-dragging steps through the fallen leaves. Curious, I turn around, and see another woman approaching cautiously. She tells me of a place that is recruiting survivors.
More people? Community strength? I am intrigued. People can be dangerous, but people can also be life-saving. I agree to check out the compound. And when I get there, I am impressed. What a bustling, well-run machine it appears to be! It will not be easy to prove that I am worth keeping around, but I grit my teeth, vowing silently to do everything I can to contribute, prove my worth, and see if there is a place for me while I check it out.
So in the morning, to help calm my nerves yet remind myself that I need to stay strong, powerful, and focused, I wake up with an intense session of Power Yoga.
[COMPLETE 60 MINUTES OF POWER YOGA]
Feeling limbered up, I grab a small snack, and I volunteer to do a supply run.
[JOG THE "ZOMBIES, RUN MISSION #4", AT LEAST THREE MILES]
I started at a brisk pace, feeling good and revitalized at the prospect of finding a community to work with. Jogging smoothly, I head to the coastal edge – I heard rumors of supply ships that had be abandoned before. This will make it a high-target area, but also a high reward area if I am lucky. I quickly squat down as I approach, sneaking along in a crouch as I peer past the dilapidated fences towards the places where drops were expected.
[25 SLOW SQUATS]
All appears quiet. So far, so good. It does appear a small carrier speed boat was docked, but it looks abandoned and ransacked. If I'm lucky, there still may be something of use there. Staying low to get through the scrub, I commando-crawl closer. Who knows if snipers are lurking nearby.
[HOLD PLANK POSE - 30 SECONDS]
Approaching the boat, I still don't see or sense any living or undead things around. There are a mess of footprints around, and it appears there had been quite a group and possibly a scuffle. But a lot of the prints have been dusted over by wind and time. The boat, of course, has been mostly searched and appears empty. About to give up, I see a small glint in a corner – a pocket knife. It is nothing fantastic, but every piece of supplies can help. I tuck it in my bag and head back. I then begin to try to strip the electronics – looking for a battery, radio, anything! I check the motor – there just may be some gasoline! I grab my handy siphoning tube, and manage to remove what appears to be a few cups into one of the containers in my pack.
[5 ROUNDS OF BOX BREATHING]
I'm so focused on not inhaling the precious gasoline that I don't hear that tell-tale shuffle of the undead behind me, until the smell mingles with the tang of the gas and I can tell which is making me gag. But I turn around and see the shadow of the rotten looming above. With a quick kick, I try to shove him back!
[20 SIDE KICKS, EACH SIDE]
But he instead doubles over and falls on top of me, flattening me to the ground, face in the dirt. With the adrenaline coursing through me, I push up with all my might, throwing him off!
I dash over and end his undead life quickly with a stomp of my boot to his eroded skull.
[JOG IN PLACE, 30 SECONDS]
If there's one, there are likely more. I glance around, and try to finish my work with the boat. What I have is not much, but it will have to do for now. I head back, thinking of other locations I can check on a future run. After the 3 miles, I make my way back to the compound, hoping I have done enough to have Found Sanctuary with this new group.