One of our level 1 members came in today thrilled that she had fit into the smallest jeans she'd tried on in years. This was terrific news of course, made all the more joyous by the homemade celebration cake pops she brought in. First, I want to say that, having eaten three of them myself just this evening, they are excellent. Second, that's a dirty, dirty trick to play on everyone else at KMR. "Oh I'm just celebrating a new milestone in my personal fitness...here, have a ball of calories so dense that it pulls your mouth towards it."
As the owner of KMR and the person ultimately responsible for the welfare of all the instructors and members, I reluctantly accepted the task of saving everyone from the dessert, throwing myself on the cake pops, as it were. Remember my sacrifice when they find my body; I assume there is a medal for this sort of contingency.
But congratulations to our dedicated and generous Kravie (yes that's a real word, how could I have typed it if it weren't?) for her personal accomplishments, her hard work, and most of all her ingenuity in improving her own fitness while insidiously wrecking the health of those around her. That sort of ruthless aggressiveness embodies the spirit of Krav Maga!
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