…of SNARK! (Tamara, of course!)
Lessons from ECQC…(in part)
ECQC changed my life.
For instance, since ECQC I’ve finally started practicing something I’d long preached and began carrying a can of Fox Labs OC around with me. It’s become more important to me to have a solid middle ground option between “harsh language” and “bust a cap in someone’s ass”.
It’s made me think a lot more about deescalation, how persistence does not automatically equal threat, that presenting a weapon (or even revealing its presence) without the space or time to employ it correctly can cause a lot more problems than it solves. Letting a guy who’s within a dozen feet of you know you have a gun doesn’t necessarily deter him; it just lets him know you have a gun. It’s up to him whether that’s a deterrent or not.
Physical fitness has become more important to me, too. All tangled up under someone who’s beating your ass and about to pull your gun out and shoot you with it isn’t the time to find out you’re completely out of breath, too.
That gets me out the door every morning, and I’d about ready to look into adding some simple calisthenics to what’s already become a routine mile walk. Baby steps, but I’m already healthier now than I’ve been in years.
I’m OLD. Well, older than Tam. Disabled. Infirmed. Overweight. Have chronic pain issues.
With regard to PT (physical training), well, it just doesn’t happen. I am truly an armchair adventurer (with apologies to LTC Brown)
But reading of Tam’s adventures and commitment has my motor running. (if nothing else). I know, based on my age and infirmities that I will not ever have the physique of a Navy Seal.
But I need to do something.
I just signed up for a Medicare Advantage Plan. Part of the coverage is I can go to any gym and work out! (under a program called Silver Sneakers). It’s about time I do SOMETHING.
We’ll see whether or not I’m motivated to do so…