I though I would never make it. Halfway through the warm up I am thinking [very loudly]
"What the hell did I get myself into ...?"
20 minutes into it I really start to worry. I am out of breath the whole time and each move requires such power and energy, I can't even imagine sustaining such level of power for much longer.
40 minutes into it, I am drenched in sweat and each little 30 second break is just enough for me to wonder if I should just excuse myself and leave for a while. Problem is, I pretty much had a partner and I couldn't just leave like that ... So I stayed hoping that I could make it until the end.
...Which I did. And I also signed up for additional torture. It actually made sense to me, right after the class. A workout like that, can't be found everywhere, I might as well enjoy it as long as it remains intense. This morning, I had changed my mind [a little bit]. My body hurts in many, many, many places, I feel like shit but in a good way.
Last night I kept dreaming about fighting, it was violent. This "sport" requires more than just power. There is a certain rawness about it. It's like survival. Not the white guy going into the desert and eating berries for a week. I am talking about real survival, raw and scary. That animal side, the uncultured, primal being.
It's good.
Tomorrow I am doing the bag class. Just boxing ... for an hour ... intense. I saw part of that class and I got a little scared. Hopefully it's not as intense and insane as Krav Maga. We'll see ... in Part III.
[See Part I for the begining of the Krav story.]
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