Breaking News: This author is getting old.  Okay, at least ‘older.’  No longer am I a spry, twenty-something Team Guy who can drink all night, then wake up in the morning and finish a grueling SEAL monster mash — including obstacle courses, running, and swimming — at a breakneck pace.  These days, I would need a couple of weeks to train for such an event, and about seven hours of restful sleep the night before, not to mention a couple of days afterward to recover.

Even with all that, I would still probably not be all that fast, at least when compared to the younger guys.  Hell, I am hardly even a mostly-spry thirty-something anymore.  I have crested the hill.  I am on the verge of starting the downward slide, as forty knocks on my door.  As Donald Trump would say, “Sad!”

What that means, as far as my fitness goes, is that I have to be a little bit more careful.  I have to tend to my body a bit more.  I have to be more aware of potential injuries that can take longer to heal.  I have to stretch and warm up and all that silly crap that I never worried about when I was twenty-two.  Do not get me wrong, I still get a little crazy with workouts — I did a 20-mile trail race a few months back that kicked my ass — but they are fewer and farther between, and I am more choosy about what I will attempt.

This author also happens to be a professional firefighter, however, and that means that I have to stay physically fit.  I need to be fit to fight fire, which means having some aerobic capacity, the strength to drag hose, victims, and my fellow firefighters into and out of burning structures. I also need the mobility to perform manual labor in those burning structures, while wearing heavy gear, an air mask, and a self-contained breathing apparatus (SCBA).

So I cannot let myself go, is what I am saying.  Nor do I really want to.  After all, I might need to repel a communist invasion a la “Red Dawn,” or the zombie apocalypse might break out at any moment.  I do not want to be eaten, for God’s sake, and I sure as hell do not want the Mexicans and Russians (or Chinese) swarming across the border and taking my country, right?  Who’s with me!?

I digress.  Back to fitness.  There are of course, all the workout crazes out there, including CrossFit and its offshoots.  The problem with those is, they cost a lot of money.  I like some of their exercises though, so I steal from them when I feel like it.  You should too.  Find what works for you, what you can motivate yourself to do every day, and do that.  Do not do nothing.  Get out there and get fit.

To inspire you, or at least, to give you a workout from which to copy, steal, or improve upon; here is a typical workout week for an almost-40, former Navy SEAL, and current firefighter.  I like to mix it up, so this is not standard.  Think of it as a more-or-less typical week.  It might change, depending on my mood, or on how busy I am.  Life can get in the way, after all.