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New Direction

After getting out of the cast I really had hoped to jump right back in to running and still make Toronto. Knowing in the back of my mind how long it took me to feel normal after my last stress fracture, I knew that wasn't going to be a reality. But I tried any how. And it just hurt too bad. I'm getting to the point in my life where I am letting my long term health drive my decisions as opposed to my stubbornness in wanting to accomplish my goals. I backed off from running for a bit and took as many Krav Maga classes as I could and focused on my rehab. I'm still not sure why I finally decided to act on something I had been thinking about for many months but I spoke to our chief instructor at Krav about becoming an instructor. Krav has become such a part of my life and the people are almost like a second family. While in my cast I would go to the training center once a week to watch class, partly to stay caught up but also because I missed being there. I really do love it and it brings such an intensity to my life that it fulfills my needs the way long runs do, in a different way. After much consideration I began instructor training June 29th. Funniest part to me is my orthopedic surgeon and I argue every time if I should run. He tells me Im insane and I say I know. I brought up Krav to him and he thinks I have finally come to my senses!

I have now completed 4 full weeks of training and just signed my contract to become an instructor. Its been a challenge and exciting all at the same time. My first week was the roughest. I take 3 hours of classes every day and co-teach a class 3 days a week. I wasnt prepared and wasnt eatting properly. After food changes and a lot of weekend preparring, things are finally settling down and I now have a routine which I love. Its had its frustrating moments, good days and bad. I just have to keep remembering that its a different level that an instructor has to be on. And that I wouldnt have been allowed to do this if Chris, our chief instuctor, didnt think I had what it takes. Even though some days I dont think I do.

Last week was "fight week," where all classes had sparring or some real life scenario in them. Sparring was more exhausting that I expected. On Monday, I felt the way I ususally feel on Wednesday. It was also the first time I really got hit. It didnt hurt, it just scared me. I had been warned about this but I didnt really beleive the rush of emotions I would have, which was to sit down and cry. I didnt but it took everything I had to stay there and fight.

This week is going well. Im tired but making progress. We have 4 active levels of classes at the trianing center. I am able to take level 1 and 2. My test in October will be to teach level 1. I take every level 1 class which is 5 classes a week. I had been trying to keep up with my level 2 classes but I think Im going to have to back off and stay focused on level 1. And get a little bit more sleep.

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