So I’ve been away
from Krav Maga General Instructors Course for nearly 3 months. We
completed part 1 in April and a week later I flew back to England and
from there to Crete.
In that time I have
spent many hours keeping fit.
My cardio levels
were piss poor during part 1, even though my general fitness was OK.
The 12 day, 8 hours per day, gruel fest was something that taxed the
limits of my stamina.
So for part 2 I’ve
been doing some serious work.
In Crete I would go
running, usually twice a day. In the morning I’d do the “long”
run of about 3 miles and then get home, get a 3 or 4 egg omelette and
a filter coffee after a quick shower.
Later I’d do the
joy that is “Bring Sally Up” (leg raise version) and later still
the utterly enjoyable and not at all horrid AC/DC “Thunderstruck”
punch bag workout.
I’d also mix in
some Yoga now and then and make certain that I ate shed loads of
protein each day. Something I read in a Jack Reacher novel that
turned out to be true, is that if you drink at least 5 litres of
mineral water per day, you can basically do what the fuck you want.
So...pissing like a
racehorse (my first, morning tinkle lasted a good couple of minutes
each time) I spent a week getting my body flushed free of toxins and
then had the joyous experience of being able to get shitfaced of an
evening and then go running with little or no hangover the next
morning.
I couldn’t get a
punchbag in Crete (my father, who I was visiting, lives in a fishing
village) so I improvised. I went to the local DIY shop and got a
couple of rough sacks, filled them with old clothes and strung them
from the beams on the balcony with some rope. Not the most sturdy of
contraptions but it meant I could at least do technique work albeit
not any heavy punching.
I found a cheap
fitness tracker watch on Ebay and got that shipped over so I could
monitor heart rate, calories burned and steps taken each day.
I would do inclinded
push up on the benches along the sea front on my 2nd daily
run.
I got back in touch
with Krav Maga Chania, the nearest club to Dad’s village and hired
a 125cc motor scooter to travel out the 4 times on a Friday to train
and teach with them.
Dimitris the club owner was very welcoming,
translating my lessons to Greek for his students and welcoming my
input each time. The trip was 60 miles each way and I only did this
on the same night once, where I crawled into bed at 11pm shivering
and feeling very sorry for myself after 2 hours facing what looked
like the time vortex from the intro credits of Doctor Who (darkness
and motorbikes are not nice for a novice rider).
I practiced Krav
Maga on the roof of Dad’s apartment (only space big enough, wasn’t
just to pose) and made sure I did at least 2 sets of 40 push ups per
day.
My appetite was huge
and my energy levels were high.
I kept this pace,
knowing that on 29th June I fly back to Melbourne to
complete the GIC.
I’m ready.
See you in a few
days.