I had to re-read through this thread to see where I put someone's exercise routine down or spoke poorly about how someone exercised. I never did.
I didn't start this thread to debate if exercise is necessary, lengthens your life span, or wears your body out. I started it to see how many people are preparing themselves physically as much as they may be stocking up on ammo, food, cutting back on expenses, etc.
My exercise serves a purpose that goes beyond me. I don't care how much I weigh or what I look like. This is painfully obvious with my huge beard and half of my body covered with demonic tattoos. I don't care if it lengthens my life span. My exercise serves the purpose of surviving the moment of impact, whatever that may be.
Most people don't realize this but professional sports teams don't just spend millions on weight rooms and training facilities to make their players stronger and faster. You are born with the same amount of muscle fibers, and basically the same type (being fast or slow twitch) that you have right now. So, if you can't run fast or jump high, you can train until you are able to clean and jerk 400 pounds and it isn't going to add a whole lot to your jumping or sprinting ability. You can see it in kids. Some are fast and some aren't. It is a genetic thing. However; weight rooms serve a purpose for athletes. It helps make them injury proof. It helps them strengthen those tendons and ligaments and makes them able to absorb more force then normal humans. Why do fighters do neck exercises? Simple-a strong neck makes it much harder to knock someone out then a noodle neck. The neck protects the spine and head, so it stands to reason that direct neck work makes sense.
Exercising is also a great way to reduce stress. Working a heavy bag for 10-3 minute rounds with 1 minute rests leaves you feeling great. This allows you to sleep better, respond better, and live better.
I could continue on forever, but I have to put my son on the treadmill for his 2 mile run. Yeah, he is 9 and runs 2 miles 3 times a week. Damn I am a terrible father...