I’m sitting here having a drink, relaxing and thinking…counting down to December. I test for my black belt in Krav Maga. I’ve studied for almost 6 years. Reflecting on all that time, I recall all the hard work that had to be put in. The setbacks with family commitments, the injuries inside and outside the dojo (i.e. torn ligaments, motorcycle drop and oral surgery) that set my training back. Throughout my black belt journey, I’ve watched motivational videos from some prominent and not so prominent people. It all comes down to one thing…everyone wants to be a beast, everyone wants to experience that euphoric high and sense of pride at the finish line. But how many want it so bad that they are willing to put in the work? When I was a white belt, starting out, I was surrounded by a group of people I would call my “krav family”. We trained together, motivated each other, and held one another accountable. As time marched on, people started dropping out. Some due to injury, others lost interest or had to re-prioritize their lives. The higher in rank I rose, more people stopped training. After six years, all that remains of our group is myself and one other person who received his black belt a year ago. This isn’t a judgement call, everyone has their own path…but I just think about the amount of work it takes to reach a goal, how badly I wanted it. I once did a belt test while sick and risked pneumonia.
The short trip to grandma’s house is that whatever you want in life, you’ve got to work your ass off, even on those days you don’t want to. Here’s a confession, I hate running, despise it, BUT part of the test for black belt is a one mile run that has to be completed in eight minutes…now to my good fortune, that’s adjusted to age. Don’t ask me the number, I don’t want to know. I’m pushing for the eight minute mile. So I train 5-6 days a week (2-3 days of krav training with 3 days of cross training), making sure I don’t injure myself…LOL. If you want something…GO GET IT!