Yesterday I went to the gym and rejoined it. Cost me over
£50 for a month's usage (cheaper if you sign up for 6 months in one go, but I
like to Not Be Tied Down) but I thought it an investment wisely laid, mainly as
I have my P5 grading in a few weeks.
P5.
A grade that once seemed as distant as my 30th birthday; the
end of my school days; or my grandmother not being around. A grade that I
believed was only held by badass beefcakes or people gearing up to be
instructors at the next G camp.
P5.
Something I know I need to be fit for so I can take the 30+
minutes of full on sparring at the end of the technique based stuff. Something
I know I have to devote the next 6 weeks to getting right by practicing in
front of the TV (the joys of a HDMI cable and a laptop) and attending class
about twice a week.
But...
I also need to boost my cardio and that was an issue I
sorted out yesterday. The gym I use has a
very friendly guy in there who appears to regard working out and training with
the same passion that I reserve for breathing. He recommended the "300
Workout" which I initially thought was based upon pre-historic Spartans in
codpieces but turned out was 300 reps, on 5 or 6 machines in as fast a time as
you can do.
The workout took about 20 minutes but felt like over an hour.
However it was exactly what I needed and while I didn't do it today (as my body
felt like someone had been at it with a steak tenderiser) I'm going to do my
damnedest to avoid the trap of missing "just one" session, of either
training in the run up.
My desired regime is yoga at least 3 times a week. Cardio 3
times and Krav twice. Plus doing dry runs from the P5 DVD my instructor gave
me, about 3 or 4 times a week. The sparring on P4 was no harder than the
sessions we do at the club, but with the adrenalin and nerves and all the other
stress it felt like hell on earth. It was only when I saw the G4s and 5s going
at it last December under the eyes of Zeev Cohen that I realised what I'd done
was mere prep.
But I digress...
Missing a session through my desire to sup a couple of pints
of Guinness; play "Call of Duty: World At War- Nazi Zombies"...again;
read a book; watch episode 6 of TV show Banshee...or any of a list of excuses
is something that could not only bugger up my chances of passing but actually
cause me to get injured AGAIN like I have in the past when I let things slide
through laziness or not adhering to some semblance of discipline over my
training.
There is something rock 'n' roll about feeling fit enough to
just keep going when those around you are grasping their knees and dry heaving.
Feeling that you know the moves and can give it your all without wondering if
you are just fluking it. Knowing that you are fitter than guys half your age.
Just one time out can become two, then three. And then I'm
stuck on 4.
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