Train, train more. Train harder.

Inspired by this post over at SHTFPLAN.

Antifa (link for humor, but truth is oft found in humor) and their ilk are speaking more and more about training, organizing, and learning how to be proficient in hand to hand combat as well as weapons. These are people who are willing to make IEDs out of glass bottles and M-80s and throw them into a crowd, as well as deliver bricks to the face of someone opposing them.

They are willing to be violent, very willing. Just disagreeing with them is enough of a reason for them to become violent. Now granted, I’m not looking to go to events in places that mobs like this congregate, but that’s not the point. I could be caught unaware and be at the wrong place at the wrong time. Shit happens. The point that I want to focus on here is training. How well are you going to fare against them when they up the ante on their training and you are at the wrong place at the wrong time and you just happen to look like someone they hate and do not tolerate?

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Train, train more.

Train harder.

Like I was explaining to a friend a few weeks back. I’m not training to defend myself against a coward who will tuck tail and run as soon as my right cross connects with his chin. No. I’m training for the 350lb gorilla looking motherfucker with his five friends ambushing me, hell-bent on destroying me and doing unspeakable evil to my loved ones. My mindset is this: I am the only one that stands in the way.

Appropriately enough, Tim Kennedy shared a similar sentiment this morning. Emphasis in bold is mine.

If you keep knocking on the devil’s door, at some point he is going to answer it. In that single moment, when you’re going to have to fight for your life, what you do then and there truly won’t matter. There will have been thousands of decisions up to that point that will dictate the outcome. Every one of those decisions contributes to your survival or failure and potential death. Your life may not matter, but those behind you that you are there to protect will face the horrors of evil without you standing in the way. Have you trained? Have you put the blood, sweat, and tears into preparing for this chance to be the defender we need? Your spouse, children, and potentially hundreds of innocent and vulnerable lives, with nothing to stop the violence headed their way but you… what have you done to prepare you for that fight?

I’ll look this devil trying to dish out death straight in the eye and tell him to pick his poison. Either way, he’s going to die.  ~Tim Kennedy

Now, if recently re-enlisted Special Forces/retired UFC MMA fighter Tim Kennedy believes there is no such thing as enough training, and if others like him down the line believe the same, and guys like me who are so low on the totem pole that we’re not even on the radar believe there is no such thing as “enough”… What makes you believe your training is enough?

Train, train more.

Train harder.

There is no such thing as “good enough”. Do not believe for one second that you can “just go to guns” or draw a knife and be guaranteed victory. No, train with the understanding and mindset that there are people out there that can easily take that gun from you and whip you to death with it, or take that knife from you and ventilate your chest cavity with impunity.

Let that sink in.

I am not the baddest, meanest, most lethal motherfucker out there, I am well aware of my shortcomings as well as my proficiency. That being said, every day I am trying to get the edge of my “knife” sharper. To be more resilient, stronger, faster, to endure more and be harder to kill than I was yesterday. This is why I enjoy training with and around guys who are better than me. This is why I seek out training from highly proficient people whenever I can: the range, the gym, the mat. I keep hubris in check and embrace the humility of knowing there are always bigger, stronger, faster, more proficient people out there.

Train, then train more.

Train harder.

Pursue Mastery.

Training Grounds

Possible humor and/or rants ahead. Not sure, could be both. One thing is for sure, I broke my self-imposed 500 word limit for this. Enjoy!

I hold a membership at the local recreation center in town. It has a nice free weight area, two good squat racks, ample plates, a handful of benches, dumbbells, plus machines. Thankfully, it also has a heavy bag and speedbag. Like other gyms, it has larger areas strictly for cardio machines (hamster wheels), since that seems to be the “go to” machine for many. It has a pool, a gymnastics area, a rock wall and a bouldering wall. And ample kids programs. For the money, it’s great, at approximately $100 more per year than the price that I would pay for just Mrs. Kenobi and I to attend other gyms, we can get our entire brood of six in. Value for the win.

However…

The more I train at the rec center, the more I find myself becoming fonder of having my own private gym. There are set backs to going to a public gym. From talking with others, these set backs seem to be universal and depending on the time of day or night you go to your gym for training, the more or less likely these things occur. Here are a few examples.

If you do not have the dough to purchase your own gear, like a good weight belt for heavy iron lifting, your gym will usually have a few to borrow in varying sizes and inherit with this is the risk of other people using it when you need to use it. Eventually, you’ll see some dipshit wearing the weight belt that you need for Squat Day…on the assisted pull up machine, or doing curls, or some other bullshit bosu-ball utilizing exercise where they aren’t manipulating a loaded bar through space. Seriously, cupcake, you look like a complete fucktard doing goblet squats with a 10lb kettlebell in the power rack with a damn weight belt on. Leave the gear for people who need to lift some heavy ass shit!

And let’s talk about that squat/power rack. What the fuck are you doing goblet squats in the rack for anyway? Seriously. Move the fuck over, get your special snowflake entitled candyass out of the damn rack! If you are using the rack for any exercise that doesn’t call for a rack (squats and overhead presses as a quick example) or the usage of the safety pins in the rack (like rack pulls or pin presses) stay the fuck out of the damn rack! That rack is there to move weight and people at the gym do not need some dipshit wasting time taking up a squat rack for your bro curls or because you think you look cute. We don’t give a fuck. Get out.

Ask me how I know this…

I wish I could say this is one specific sex, but you see this with both women and men. There is a girl who shares the same weight belt as me and I have seen her multiple times

…doing quarter squats

…in the smith machine

…with the fucking belt on.

It’s insane.

I can handle crowds. If I hit the gym and it’s busy, others are getting after it and nothing is available for Squats or Bench or whatever, if can’t work in with someone, I can change it up, hit something else and come back in about twenty minutes and something will be open. But there should be some sort of three strike rule for those people who misuse or improperly use equipment or gear, hindering others from getting after it.

Which leads me back to the desire for a private gym.

A private gym… only for people who want to get after it and improve their lives, using the door of the physical to drive improvement in the other areas of life.

Private, by invite only.

A place for my Tribe to go.

That’s the vision now…