So, Krav tonight was good, but haaaaard. Partly, I’d wager, because my public spaces have overlapped. In some ways, Geek Girl dropped Warrior Princess right in it.
My lovely instructors (who I *may* have mentioned this blog to) (hi boys, welcome back) may have been keen to read what I’ve been saying about my experience of the class. Unless they have been drawn in by my beautifully unobtainable and crap-for-Sheffield bike or musings on the social niceties of the Virgin Gym. Maybe. But probably not.
In my last post about Krav, I ‘fessed up to doing girly press-ups during one of the exercises, being pathetic at pads and feeling like The One Who is Never Picked.
Tonight I decided that I was going to foist myself on someone ask someone other than the instructors to work with me. Not because I don’t like working with them (I do) but it isn’t really fair to everyone else. So I did, and worked with Steve for the warm up and the subsequent exercises. I tried really hard not to be the annoyingly-not-very-good partner. I think I did OK, but fuck me, my wrist is sore. Think I need to work on my pad technique some more. Maybe stand behind it a bit more? Dunno. Will ask next week.
So, it’s my 4 time going and I notice I was given way less leeway by everyone – practice partner and instructors. Less treating me like a girl, less letting me get away with it. Less like a strange novelty, more like part of the group.
Bradley asked me – when I was at the very end of a round of 20 proper (not girly, natch) pressups and in a slightly pathetic “ICANTDOTHISITISHORRIBLE” place, why I had the blog – what was I training for? “It was a wedding, wasn’t it?” He looked at me with a kind of “stop buggering about then – this is what it takes” look in his eyes.
And in that moment (developed a bit while driving home) I realised what a very good point it was. If I am doing this, and I am, I need to stop being so very proud of myself for the fact of doing it, and actually commit to doing it properly. Time to recognise that yes, I am exercising, and yes I didn’t used to. Same with my masters dissertation. I’ve been so proud of the fact that I’ve found a good topic, I’ve not written anything like as much as I should have.
So hurrah for public space/s crossovers. A process for keeping me honest and getting me fit. I think the time has come to (wo)man up – mind and body. Rarr.
