Can’t hurt. Took me two heart attacks to finally pull my head out of my butt and get in shape. Not fit enough to take on a 20 year old commando, but I could give the average Joe Sixpack a noogie that would make him cry for his mama.
I'm 51, started walking everywhere not long after 9-11 and now walk at least 20mi/wk, also reinvigorated my MA practice, which is just as well, since in the 90's I used my hands on a would-be robber and lost my gun privileges as a result. Robbery unsuccessful, he's innocent, put an innocent man in the ER, I'm guilty. So I guess that disqualifies me from the regular militia (but I'd get good grades at sentry removal).
My regular proverb is if exercise is a part of your life anyway, practice an exercise that just might save your behind someday.
BTW last I heard my "victim" went to a state pen with his brother for holding up a package store. Ain't the justice system grand.
“BTW last I heard my “victim” went to a state pen with his brother for holding up a package store. Ain’t the justice system grand.”
It can be brutally wrong sometimes, but it’s better than most. Glad the punk is segregated from the rest of us now.
Seems you’re making the best of it FRiend.