Holy Crap, or the Hardest Workout Ever
I did the hardest workout I have ever done in my life tonight. Sunday is essentially a belt test for the lowest level of Krav Maga students, and tonight was a prep course for it. I'm still new and not at all up for the test, but it was a good training exercise to see a lot of the techniques, not to mention an ass kicker.
I used to think that running up and down the parking garage was onerous. Not any more. Today's class started with:
50 jumping jacks
50 pushups
50 squats
50 crunches
And then series of exercises that involved breaking out of holds and countering with elbows and knees, some of which involved getting tossed to the floor. Interspersed between these were sets of 50 lunges, jumping lunges, other jumps, planks, and other fun stuff that left me breathless. All kinds of punches and kicks followed. Since you have a partner, you spend half the time throwing the attack and the other half holding a pad and getting pummeled.
Breathing is key; I almost passed out twice from getting whacked in the chest over and over again. Exhale on the hit, or you're screwed.
The instructor called this an 8 in terms of intensity, with the average class being a 4. I believe it. I'm toast, but mission accomplished: I thought about nothing but getting through each set for the entire time. It's active Zen, I guess.
