Before me a man paced, his hands whisking about as he attempted to draw motivation from the band of 24 participants lining the floor.
You must quiet your inner chimp, reiterated the course’s instructor—referring to the inner voice responsible for whispering discouragement and dissuasion.
My inner chimp was dangling from the rafters of my mind, cheekily swinging in and out of my thoughts.
Would I be able to survive the vigorous physical pressure of the CT707 Krav Maga course? Would I just make a fool of myself trying to remember the techniques?
The only exercise I’d had lately was cycling to work, some infrequent badminton and an occasional dive for the last crisp. Continue reading “CT707 Krav Maga”