When I became a criminal defense attorney four and a half years ago I was in the best shape of my life. Between yoga and the gym I was a lean muscular 170 pounds. Eventually as the stress of my job continued to grow (and it did as I advanced in my career to more challenging positions) so did my waistline. It was easier to come home, have a beer and eat like crap to cope with the stress of dealing with cops, judges, murderers and rapists all day, than to go to the gym. Six months ago I decided enough was enough and began the long hard road back to getting in shape again. Some weeks were better than others and for every step forward I took, I eventually took a step back. Then came the premier of "The Walking Dead"...

As I lay there on the couch a commercial came on for this: http://runforyourlives.com/ I suddenly sat up and had an epiphany: managing my work stress may not be motivation enough for me to get back into shape, but surviving the inevitable zombie apocalypse sure as hell is. I don't want to be that guy that gets winded and overcome by the horde, or whose dexterity is so weighted down that when I dodge a flesh eating walker, I twist my ankle and end up as zombie food. So I signed up for this dry run of the real thing and began going to the gym the very next day. Two weeks later I am happy to report that I've gone 12 times since and not only do I feel like it's actually going to take as daily habit again, but that my work stress has miraculously become more manageable. Of course none of this is as important as preparing my body and mind for what we all know is coming sooner or later - the mutherfuckin' zombie apocalypse. A few more months of this and I'll be ready to say 'bring it.'

When I became a criminal defense attorney four and a half years ago I was in the best shape of my life. Between yoga and the gym I was a lean muscular 170 pounds. Eventually as the stress of my job continued to grow (and it did as I advanced in my career to more challenging positions) so did my waistline. It was easier to come home, have a beer and eat like crap to cope with the stress of dealing with cops, judges, murderers and rapists all day, than to go to the gym. Six months ago I decided enough was enough and began the long hard road back to getting in shape again. Some weeks were better than others and for every step forward I took, I eventually took a step back. Then came the premier of "The Walking Dead"...

As I lay there on the couch a commercial came on for this: http://runforyourlives.com/ I suddenly sat up and had an epiphany: managing my work stress may not be motivation enough for me to get back into shape, but surviving the inevitable zombie apocalypse sure as hell is. I don't want to be that guy that gets winded and overcome by the horde, or whose dexterity is so weighted down that when I dodge a flesh eating walker, I twist my ankle and end up as zombie food. So I signed up for this dry run of the real thing and began going to the gym the very next day. Two weeks later I am happy to report that I've gone 12 times since and not only do I feel like it's actually going to take as daily habit again, but that my work stress has miraculously become more manageable. Of course none of this is as important as preparing my body and mind for what we all know is coming sooner or later - the mutherfuckin' zombie apocalypse. A few more months of this and I'll be ready to say 'bring it.'