Day 12

I managed to do the day’s lunges without incident (unless you count the fact that I did tomorrow’s drill).

I feel like I really need to slow down to hit my target, and I’m not even close to fighting speed.

On a happier note, an hour of yoga before 100 lunges is way easier on my body than an hour of Krav Maga before 200 lunges

Days 10 & 11

Today I did an hour of Krav Maga and then came home to do 200 lunges.

Technically I reversed the days. I did 100 lunges in first. Then I went to do 100 lunges in fourth. It took me three tries to find fourth hand position.

I did third… No, that’s not right…
I did second… Nik spoke up and asked, “Fourth with your palm up?”

I reacted as only a sane, mature adult can and threw myself on the ground for a quick tantrum.

In addition to the 200 and false starts, I used tape to figure out the discrepancy in my lunge distance for different hand positions. Then when I did the drill, I was still inconsistent.

I guess you can’t do the same lunge twice. How’s that for a fencing proverb?

Days 8 & 9

I didn’t do lunges on Friday because I drove halfway across the state and drank tequila with my friend.

I didn’t do lunges on Saturday because I went to a metal show with another friend.

Today I drove halfway across the state and did twice as many lunges as penance for my hedonism. Tomorrow I’ll double up again and be all caught up.

The air conditioning in my house needs to be replaced. I’m drenched. I feel like I’ve thoroughly cleansed myself of alcohol and rock music.

Day 7

I just knocked out my 100 for the day and finished off the week.

Something is wrong with the air conditioner in my home, and I ate entirely too much this evening. If I can do 100 lunges on a full stomach in this kind of heat and humidity, I am unstoppable.

Hitting the road tomorrow. I intend to lunge while I’m gone and maybe take in a practice with my friends to the east.

Day 5

Today I did my 100 lunges and switched hand position every 10 reps. My lunge distance changes based on my hand position, so I’ll need to try this one again. I started off really lunging and ended barely moving my feet. I know I drift when I do this drill, but this is ridiculous.

Story time!

In addition to fencing, I practice Krav Maga. Studying Krav has had a huge impact on my fencing mindset, so I don’t mind sharing an occasional story or two about it on here. This is one of those stories.

Last week we were practicing getting out of bear hugs. We were doing a drill during which one person (for this story, the person is me) stands in the room with her eyes closed. Two things might happen. Either someone with a hitting pad will yell her name, and she’ll open her eyes and either kick or hit the pad (depending on her position), OR someone will bear hug her, and she will open her eyes and get away.

So we were doing this drill, and it was my turn in the middle. The room was very quiet. I have to set the tone here, so I want you to imagine this quiet, serious scenario. Suddenly someone ran up and bear hugged me. I was more or less ready for this, but having someone suddenly grab you is usually startling. This fellow wrapped his arms tight about my midsection, and I farted. Loudly. In a very quiet room.

To my classmates’ credit, they tried to act like they didn’t hear it because this was a room full of adults, not second graders, but there was no denying exactly what just happened. So as I was fighting my way out of the bear hug, I yelled, “It’s part of my defense!” Then it was okay for everyone to laugh. Fortunately that squeeze got it all out of my system, and it didn’t happen again (plus I was lucky that it was just loud, not gross).

The moral of the story is if you ever find yourself being attacked, just let one rip. Be loud and proud. That person will probably just let you go.

Day 3

No one said the 100 days had to be consecutive. I spent yesterday on the road or in class, so I skipped. Today I did 100 lunges in the fourth hand position.

I’ve put a piece of blue foam on the wall. I like this target much better.