Let's say you tried that. My front door is hardened against kicking it in. Also, if that door moves, an alarm goes off. If you touch my front window enough to vibrate it, an alarm goes off. If you do either of those actions, you are dead cause those alarms alerted me and I turn into a killing machine with one purpose to stop you dead. I don't give a damn if you are dead.
I've written this before: When son was old enough to play in the neighborhood, I was outside and saw him running toward the house with a big dog chasing him. I immediately started running toward that dog and knew I was going to kill him with my bare hands. That dog saw me, stopped on a dime and turned around and ran. That dog knew I was going to kill him. I weighed all of about 110 lbs. at that time, but that dog saw he was going to be dead.
I had two winning medals from university, one for winning the 50 yd. dash and one for hurdles and last I knew, those scores had not been beaten over the years. I can run really, really, fast so I would have been at that dog's throat fast.
I now weigh 130 and that's not much when compared to a man, so I have to have ways to even up the battle to save my life and anyone with me. wku man, you can be at my side anytime you want ‘cause you are like me with your “Scouts Out! Cavalry Ho!”
Here's an interesting tidbit of info:
My right knee was in trouble about ten years ago, so I ended up at a orthopedic surgeon's office. He sent me for an MRI on my knee. The tech had me sit in front of an MRI machine and my leg was to go into the MRI unit. She stopped and made an adjustment and said, “You must be a runner”. I asked how she knew that and she said my leg was longer from the knee down than most other people, and she had to adjust the machine for that longer part of my leg.
I am not tall, either, about 5'5”, and to me, my legs look just like other people's legs, was not aware my tibia and fibula are longer than most peoples’.
So, wku, if we are together, I'll do the running if you can't. :o)
Now I know a couple of "ultra" marathoners...these guys run 110-mile races! How on Earth they do it, I can't fathom.
I figure WTSHTF, if need be I can still throw a ruck on my back and hump out of the hot zone if needed. But I'm not much for retreating, so I have some "little buddies" (.30-06, .308, .45 ACP, etc) I'll let do my running for me if things get too bad. Hopefully it won't get there, but that little tidbit of foolish hope is fading fast.
Scouts Out! Cavalry Ho!