Recently I achieved my green belt in Krav Maga. For those of you who don’t know what Krav Maga is, it’s the Israeli Military Defence System. In a nutshell, you learn how to fight against real world threats like, guns, knives, multiple attackers etc. It’s pretty crazy stuff.
At the school I attend in order to get promoted to the advanced belts you have to endure a very gruelling test; which is almost two and half hours long. The test concludes with a gauntlet round where you fight what seems like an endless stream of fully rested attackers without breaks. Plus, the only way to pass is to survive the entire test without stopping.
I consider myself a pretty fit guy. I’ve been playing sports since I was 8 years old and I’m a stone’s throw away from 40 now.
That said, I had this lingering thought that I had not trained as much as I would like because my wife had been away on business for the 4 weeks leading up to the test. However, I was confident going into my first advanced test and my instructor was confident too. Until my gas tank ran out. And there was still 10 minutes left in the test and whole line of fighters was just starting to come at me.
What do you do when you’ve got no more strength left, no more answers left and the assault is still coming in full force?
You freakin panic! That’s what you do! I choked.