Showing posts with label Krav Maga. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Krav Maga. Show all posts

Monday, February 13, 2012

Old Habits...

Hmm, well, it probably comes as no surprise to anyone to discover that I haven't been as good at updating my blog as I intended.  After only two weeks of adhering (just about) to my goal of at least one post a week, I got waylaid, distracted and lets be honest, rather lazy.  So I'm going to try to make up the three weeks I've missed with a few extra posts over the next few weeks, and hopefully I'll be more disciplined about it.

As for the Krav Maga...haha...yes, right, well then, do you remember how I've mentioned before that I always seem to get demotivated with martial arts classes very soon after joining up?  Well, I left a few minutes late for my second KMG class the following week, and for the duration of the drive in (an hour, by the way) I was debating whether or not I was bothered to go or not, but kept telling myself that I had to push myself with it, and keep it up for a little while longer to give it a fair go.  Parked the car, and was walking towards the hall where it's held when I reached a part of the path where I could see in through the window.  The class was already in full swing, with about ten huge hairy fellas standing in a circle practising kicks.  The nice, reasonably sized beginner I was paired with the week before wasn't there and I think I probably stood there for a minute wrestling with my conscience before deciding that I didn't really want to get sent through a wall by a guy three or four times my size.  And that was the end of that.  Now, I mean no disrespect to the big hairy guys - they're not the kind of lads you want to go around upsetting anyway - I'm sure that they are decent blokes and I really should have given them and the whole thing more of a chance, but what can you do, my mind had been made up.

In other news I've begun a ten-week Irish Sign Language course, just to keep me learning something.  A good few people have asked why I'm doing it, but it's just something I've wanted to understand better for a long time now, and I enjoy the one hour and fifteen minute lesson on a Saturday afternoon.  The only thing is that, just like with my school and college work in days of yore, I just don't seem to be able to motivate myself to do the study for it the rest of the week, and end up trying to cram it on Saturday morning.

So, it would seem that this leopard hasn't successfully re-spotted itself yet.  However, on the baby steps front I have been managing a bit better, as after clearing out my room of nearly all junk and rubbish at the start of January, I have succeeded in keeping it tidy since then, making an effort not to leave clothes and letters and all the useless bits of paper that always seem accumulate in my pockets lying on the dresser or bed or floor, but rather sending each to its proper place when I'm finished with it.  A small victory for Discipline in an otherwise one-sided battle against Chaos.

Monday, January 16, 2012

Krav Maga, first impressions...

As promised I headed to my first Krav Maga training on Monday, and after only one session I already find myself having second thoughts about the whole thing.  I will try to persevere with it for a while longer, though.

Like I said before, I tend to quickly lose interest in martial arts once I actually start them, so this time I tried to identify my problem.  Part of it is that I don't seem to like starting out as a beginner in a group with more experienced members.  Not sure if this is not wanting to look like a tool, or some sort of inferiority complex, but it's something I'm going to have to work around.

I did get paired up with the only other beginner, which helped, and we both spent the lesson practising attacks our trainer taught us on each other, one person holding a big cushion-shield-thing while the other directed blows and kicks at it.  During our first exercise - kicks to the knee - another member came up and introduced himself, which was friendly, and then launched into what I thought to be an over-vigorous attack on his partner's shield.  Now, maybe I imagined it, but it did remind me that I really hate all that alpha-male macho rubbish.

Not to get bogged down on the negative, though, the guy I was paired with seemed alright, and the trainer came over on a regular basis to help us out, taking time to answer questions and correct our moves if we were making a balls of it.  It's also a martial art for real life, rather than being set for tournaments, one of the main ideas being to subdue an attacker asap, while regularly scanning your surroundings in case one of his/her mates comes at you with a bottle, for example.  This, I agree, is a sound approach, but my only concern would be in a situation where the police become involved, as the counter-attacks we learn to put an aggressor down seem so frenzied and aggressive that a witness arriving on the scene could easily believe the assailant to be the victim, and vice versa.

The trainer also mentioned something along the lines of 'letting the anger out' during your attack.  I wasn't too happy about it, to be honest, as I would think that the ultimate goal of learning a martial art would be to eliminate rage and have total control of your actions so that in the event of a confrontation you don't keep pummelling a guy's face when he has ceased to be a threat, and so the battle fog doesn't clear to find you standing over a lifeless, faceless body.  But that's just me.

The last thing that irked me just a bit was other members joking and being all pally-pally with the trainer when he's trying to explain something, or telling us what to do next.  The training is a lot less formal than other forms of martial arts that I know of - come and go as you please, no bowing to a photo of the guy who created the discipline at the beginning and end of each training - but no apparent code of conduct either. I know, clubs are meant to be fun, and it's great that the instructor is a nice guy but there is a time to mess around, and it's not when he's trying to address the whole group, even if you are super funny.  Well, maybe I'll change my mind when someone super funny gives it a go, but for now that's where I stand.

Sunday, January 8, 2012

A New Year, with all the new goals that go with it - Step one

Only going to write a quick one today, because I have work in a bit, but I'm already a day behind in my resolution to write at least one blog a week.  I will try harder in future.

Anyway, my goal for 2012 is an overall improvement of myself.  In general.  Now I know what you're thinking, and yes, I did have to spend quite a bit of time in a very critical analysis of my life and personality, but eventually I did manage to isolate and identify some minor flaws which I won't bore you by listing.  Sufficed to say that I'll have plenty to keep me going for the next year, or at least until the world ceases to exist in December.

One of the first steps that will be taken to make me a better person will be to learn some sort of self defence.  My old skill of being able to run faster than most would-be aggressors (or, at the very least, other potential victims, which works just effectively) has suffered since breaking my leg, so while I work on my sprinting, I think being able to suppress any attack would be beneficial.  Not that I have a tendency to attract violence, but it's still good to know.

The only problem is that any other time I've taken self defence classes, I have started off enthusiastically, but very quickly lost interest.  I'm not sure if it's because I'm not instantly a kung fu master,  I don't like doing the same routines, or because I don't enjoy being paired up and thrown around by a sweaty man.  It's probably a mixture of all of these but it's something that I'm going to try to get over when I start Krav Maga tomorrow.

That's all for now.