Blogue d'un québécois expatrié en Angleterre. Comme toute forme d'autobiographie est constituée d'une large part de fiction, j'ai décidé de nommer le blogue Vraie Fiction.
Wednesday, 16 September 2015
Train Hard, Fight Harder
Well, who would have thought?My readership knows that I was about to do grading last Sunday for Krav Maga. I grew very stressed about it. And in the end, all the bruises, scratches, sweats, tears and blood were worth it in the end: I actually passed grading. I must confess, I was not expecting it, I was not even hoping for it. I never considered myself a natural fighter and a natural athlete, so one of the leitmotifs of Krav Maga, "do what is natural", was difficult, is still difficult to grip for me. So I didn't feel ready or confident at all. And I know that I don't train for a badge or a grade, but for the eventuality of real combat situation. I train to be safe. That said, it's still nice to pass an exam, however low your score may be, and it's always good for the ego to have a badge. The knowledge, the skills, the reflexes, I still have a lot to learn. But this is encouraging for the things to come. And it's a nice badge. "Train Hard, Fight Harder" is the motto of the club. I thought it would be a fitting title for this post.