To date, not only have I taken enough Krav Maga to pass the Level 1 belt test, but I’ve also attended an Active Shooter Seminar and Edged Weapons Seminar.
What does that mean?
That this is a messed up place to live!
The Active Shooter Seminar (they should have called it something else because I don’t want to type ASS every time I mention it) was rough. It opened with the sound of gunfire being blasted over the speakers, what was upsetting, personally. And then played again during some drills where we learned to attack the attackers as a group, disarm them, and work together to manage the situation and wait for the police. The class was taught by a local police officer and was 4 hours long. We learned how to not only disarm handguns, but also long guns like shotguns and ARs.
The Edged Weapons Seminar was taught by the same police and was 3 hours. It covered some knife attacks that we learned in class, but also slashing attacks.
Me taking away my partner’s knife. Thanks to Amy W for the photo!
Most important thing in disarming someone with a gun- get out of line of fire. Then the most important thing is the same for both weapons- the biggest, strongest, most amazing punch to the face of your life.
It’s such a messed up place that the more people who are training to counterattack and who are ready to take action, the better.
Take a class. Learn to fight.
Steve Jobs always wore black turtlenecks and jeans. The Paul Mitchell guy always wears black. (Read it in an old article this morning.) Anna Wintour has her version, too. So does Caroline Herrera, Vera Wang, Mark Zuckerberg, Barack Obama, and many other High-Powered People. (Maybe one day I can include myself on that list of High Powered People.)
My version of the uniform?
I wear a dress to work, every day (except Jeans Day Fridays, though I see that becoming a rare occasion instead of the norm, and occasional skirt). Why a dress every day?
- i have a ridiculous amount of dresses and they need to be worn.
- more importantly, I’m lazy
Doesn’t look like it, though, does it? Some people may think that I like to dress up for work, and sure, to an extent that’s true, but really, I don’t want to have to worry is This Shirt works with That Skirt/Those Pants. I’d rather spend those moments enjoying some tea or getting some work for inviting done
My uniform may not be the same hoodie+jeans+sneakers but it’s a uniform just the same. Makes my life easier and I look presentable without trying too hard.
I did it- I passed my Level One belt test in Krav Maga!
Training was hard, and took up a lot of time (which probably explains the lack of posts!) but I did it. It was a 4 hour review, a 57 minute break, and then another 4 hours of testing. Non-stop.
Here’s a video someone took of one of the drills. I’m in the blue shirt.
And we didn’t find out the results right away, which meant I spent a day and a half kicking myself for the stupid mistakes that I made, worrying that I had failed. Ugh, was my control grip hard enough? Was I grabbing shoulder or shirt? Gah, I can’t remember! And Were my 2-handed plucks large enough on the headlocks from behind? Oh gosh, probably not. Crap!
I can say, without a doubt, that I am proud of my work on the final drill. It started with round kicks from the ground, then getting up and being attacked by the 3 others in my group, one attack after another. For 5 minutes. It. Was. Awesome. As soon as I defended against the attacks, I used the attacker as a shield preventing further attacks as much as I could. (The point of Krav is to avoid fights when you can!) So fun. And exhausting!
Something we did caused my abdominals to be in pain for four days after the test. (Full-body pain was only the day after, luckily.)
And now I get to train for Level Two. 🙂
Last year I started a new tradition- every October and February, I pack up and head to a cottage in Wimberley for 2 nights. I bring my business plans, notes, half-started ideas, old laptop, goals, wine, tea and more wine, and retreat into solitude. (Last February, T joined me for one night. This time I am bringing my Adventure Cat, Miss Harriet.) But generally it’s 48 hours of me not talking to anyone (except myself), focusing and figuring things out.
I was sent to Chicago for the Day Job, to assist with an event that I helped plan, and I think that in all my years with the company, this was the first time they’ve ever needed to send me anywhere. Glad it wasn’t somewhere boring!
The majority of my time was spent at the hotel (working, packing goody bags, reviewing timelines and menus, visiting with work people, making sure the right people got to the right place), but there were some nice things, even while working. Such as the Full Moon Dinner Cruise. And hotel itself (the historic Palmer House).