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I look at it like life is a game of inches. And sometimes it’s only an inch between life and death
Picture poor war torn Gaza. Rubble of buildings everywhere. I don’t think a lot of people realize how hard it is to scramble along the loose rubble of a collapsed building. What kind of balance you need. How many calories you will be burning. How winded you will get
Hell, even someone as athletic as me underestimated until I got lost and off trail on my state’s highest mountain, and ended up scrambling along the loose shale on some slope. I started a mini avalanche, I slipped and fell repeatedly cutting up the sides of my legs. And what it took out of me! It felt like that scramble took a mile of hiking’s worth out energy out of me, to just get through
And I’m picturing a drone flying at my head ready to explode. Maybe they already have the tech to where they can’t be dodged. But maybe the pilot has an itchy trigger finger and didn’t anticipate that someone is agile enough to try to juke it. And they do. And instead of exploding their head it just hits their shoulder and it’s a survivable wound. That’s the inch in the game of inches
It’s not just cardio though. It’s agility. It’s core strength. Even gun battles are going to involve some movement. And the terrain is likely going to be super shitty, the city equivalent of bushwacking
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