The Krav Maga Experience

I had my second Krav Maga class this evening. So let's start by the essential bit of news: I survived and I am in one piece. Which means that I can blog and blog about it. I also am in a better state. Yes, I am in pain, but not nearly as much. And, unlike last time, I did not nearly faint at the end of it. Because I did not push myself too hard (unlike last week). Also, because I drank throughout the class. Oh what a difference a bottle of water can make! Regarding the lesson itself, I will not say I am talented, far from it (any martial art is not a natural thing for me), but I see that I can learn and I am not completely hopeless. I enjoyed it far more, loved it and I am so glad I signed up for it.

And there are the little things peripheral to the course, which I am enjoying already. I got my free tshirt for instance, manufactured from KombatUK (military products) To be honest I think I look silly in military clothes. I mean, for those of you who saw me in picture or in person, try to imagine me with the Urban T-Shirt. I guess it was the first time I wore it, so it kind of felt strange. But I am not the only middle aged warrior in the group, so I don't stand out, except in my own eyes. Which leads me to the other peripheral thing I love about it: it gives me a modicum of social life. I don't have friends yet, they may never become more than acquaintances, but talking to new people from all walks of life is great. I want to write more about it. Right now, suffice to say that I enjoy talking to my new fellow middle aged warriors.