Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Get Up, GEt Up, GET UP!!!

I’m working on a drill going as hard as I can against four assailants, winded, tired and ready to give up, when I trip over my own feet and I land hard on my own keister.

Somehow, I've twisted my ankle with the fall and can't seem to get up. The instructor

makes a beeline towards me and I’m relieved to have someone assist me to my feet. He

hovers over me and in the loudest voice he can muster he yells at me and says,

            “Get Up, GEt Up, GET UP!!!”

 Aside from the point that I don’t particularly like getting yelled at,“I’m

SHOCKED!” and then I’m thinking to myself, “HOW—RUDE! How DARE he not help a lady in need.”

This was my mindset before I discovered that he really was helping me, I just didn’t know it at the time. Again, I was new to Krav Maga, and I didn’t understand the concept of, first, all the yelling, and second of all, the importance of getting right back on your feet after you’ve fallen hard on the floor. I’m not applying this merely to fighting when practicing drills, although that’s always a good idea; rather, his words have deeper meaning for me now than ever before.

So much has happened in the last six years of my life that I’m now finding myself at a crossroads. For reasons I cannot disclose, I’m going through a major change in my life. The journey is not without its difficulties, there has been a lot of pain that has come with it, and nothing brings more anxiety than venturing into the unknown. Trust me when I say that that has been my biggest challenge when I’m so use to setting goals and knowing clearly how I’m going to accomplish them. This obstacle has detoured me from writing and practicing Krav Maga as much as I'm accustomed to, but it hasn’t stopped me. I simply have to make it a bigger point to find time for it when I can, adapt to the changes and keep going. 

There was a time when I was in the midst of this crisis when I was at my lowest, literally down on the floor, feeling isolated and completely helpless, but then something magical happened. I heard the yelling,

“Get... Up... GEt Up... GET UP!!!”

I understood it all. It made sense. I got up. I did what I needed to do to survive what was I going through and kept moving forward. If you are finding yourself in that position right now, no matter what, Get Up, GEt Up, GET UP!!! Give yourself a good hard kick in the rear and do something about your situation. Don’t stay there in the pit of despair. It’s painful, I know. Give yourself time to process the pain, learn from your mistakes, make amends for them if you are able to, and if not, use it as a life lesson, but Get Up, GEt Up, GET UP!!!


  1. If you are experiencing problems posting comments, please let me know at Thanks!

  2. I relate 100%.....bootstraps are there for a reason. Love u Jax.

  3. Excellent life lesson. Thanks for great writing and inspiration. Reposted with props and link at Liberty and Lead. -55six

    1. Thanks for the kudos and shout out.
      All my best, JAX