Last night was my triumphant return to Krav class. I’d missed my friends.
It was an evening of little victories, the first of which being running all the way around the building without feeling like I was going to die. I hate running with the fury of a thousand suns. I’m bad at it, and I find it generally unpleasant. This time, however, I managed to do the run without wishing for the sweet release of death, AND I managed to stay near the front of the pack. It’s not a race by any means, and i’m sure most of my class could take me if it were. However, not huffing and puffing and bringing up the rear was huge for me.
We spent the class outside, and I had my fair share of attacking and being attacked. At one point we were visited by a surprisingly friendly possum (meaning it was fairly close to us and not biting us, so that’s cool). We tried to keep an eye out for the little guy while we were training. The last thing you want to do is step on a possum when you’re fighting in an alley.
Class really got me back in the groove, but it also showed me how much stuff I can forget if I’m not doing it regularly (ahem, bear hugs). I’m feeling super motivated despite being very sore.
I missed out on a visiting fencer because I was at Krav instead of fencing, but I did get to hang out with him and Nik (since our practices ended at the same time). Pizza and beer is a great finish to a workout.
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