After doing an in-person training session, I’ve learned a very succinct fact. I don’t hate Krav Maga. My love of the discipline has not faded one iota.
I just hate Zoom. The sound destroys me. The lack of stimuli and the boredom wrecks me.
Happily, I know now Krav Maga is still so very awesome. Being back with friends, training the way I did before, felt almost biblical. Yes, I’m agnostic, but as I sprayed down my equipment to prep for class, I couldn’t help singing a prayer of childhood.
“A Song of Ascents. When God brings about the return to Zion, we were like dreamers. Then our mouths will be filled with laughter, and our tongues with joyous song.” (126:1–2)
That is blasphemously good how it felt. I felt like my dream had come true and everything I loved was back in its place. My heart was filled with laughter and song. I was so happy, I wanted to sing on the way home, but was too exhausted to do more than hum.
That’s what I missed for so long.
I had been doing 5 Zoom classes a week. Now, I can reduce it to 1–3, which will make them much more manageable, and supplement with two park classes a week.
In park classes do have a few downsides.
Since I’m not alone and muted, I can no longer curse and complain, which is a habit I must break.
On the other hand, he can’t mute me so easily with a push of the button. He has to do it the old fashioned way of making me too winded to talk. He doesn’t seem to mind too much.
Also, it’s much harder to take breaks.
But I’m still smiling the next day, even if I’m so sore that I want to stay in bed the entire day.
I still hate Zoom but soon, I’ll have my happy world back!