On the very first day of my training in Krav Maga, the weather outside was stuck between late fall and early winter. Dead leaves crackled underfoot as I took my first steps toward The Garage. I was early. I’m always early.
I was uncertain and hopeful, all at once. I’d waited for more than ten years to have the opportunity to train in this particular discipline; beginning the actual training at Alaska Krav Maga & Fitness seemed almost surreal.
The half-hour orientation class covered the “what”, the “why”, the “how” and all I had to do was pick up a set of focus mitts and become the “who”. I did. The days, weeks and months flew by. I trained. I practiced. I trained harder.
|Mark Slane, USKMA|
On Friday, March 8th, we tested. This was no paper-and-pencil test (unless you count Mark’s clipboard and notations on every single technique). Time warped, bent, wrapping seconds into minutes, minutes into hours, hours into… more hours. Having not worn a wrist watch for the entire week, and spending the days inside The Garage, I truly lost track of time.
Afterward, on the long drive home, there was a curious silence in the space where thoughts are normally churning.
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This is a beginning. A starting point. A sharp burst forward into a system of self-defense that will enable me to assist others in training functional, real-world self-protection.
This? Is where I've been.