The reality of day 7
of the Krav Maga General Instructors Course (2nd phase).
6am. Wake up and
find you have absolutely no desire to go to training. Eat a 4 egg
omelette, a big bowl of muesli (with soy milk) and 2 very strong
filter coffees. Get your shit together and traipse off to the train
station with your legs hurting from the previous 6 days of training,
grizzling to yourself that the weather has the temerity to be 2
degrees above freezing.
8.15am. Get to training and realise
you absolutely do not want to be there. Decide to get changed anyway
and wonder how long it is till lunch time, knowing full well that
it's at least 4 hours away.
8.30am to 1pm. Spend
your time doing bear hug releases, throws and knife attacks. Your
body is protesting at the abuse you've put it through for the last
week for 7+ hours a day, every day. You find that you can't remember
things that you absolutely should know by this point and wing it when
you are asked "Do you know this technique?" Your knees feel
like they are full of sulfuric acid and every time you make a mistake
you feel like the whole world hates you. It is taking most of your
stamina to stay in the room and you secretly entertain the idea that
getting injured would enable you to be invalided off the course
without being perceived as a quitter. You then spend 30 minutes
feeling guilty for thinking that. You take 2 Ibuprofen and 1
Paracetomol and a sachet of glucose sport gel.
A surprise lesson is
then sprung on you where you have 2 minutes to plan and teach any
technique from that morning. You silently curse the unfairness of
life while frantically scribbling on your notepad.
You feel like having
a little cry in the corner but summon reserves of energy that you
didn't know you had. You forget the names of about 4 people in the
room and want nothing more than to go home and go back to bed.
As you break for
lunch you feel that your body is completely wrecked and that life
cannot get any worse.
1.30pm The double
shot espresso that you just drank, plus a huge tuna salad and the
painkillers and the glucose gel have all combined to give you a lift
of energy. Your self pity has evaporated and you have a pleasant
lunch with 2 of your fellow trainees where you even laugh a couple of
times. You head back to the training centre looking forward to the
afternoon session.
2.30pm. You start a workshop on some
rather crafty fighting tactics involving some rather painful
takedowns and throws. You thoroughly enjoy yourself and make a note
to use the "Grab The Leg, Kick The Groin" roundhouse kick
defence at the earliest opportunity.
5pm. You wrap up the
day's training feeling tired but exhilarated, realising that you
learned a great deal. You confide in an existing instructor that you
felt like quitting today and she says with a grin "That's called
the hump. You've just got over it. Mine was on day 5".
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