I'd like to congratulate everyone who took a fitness class this week, as our already challenging workouts got turned up to 11. Last Thursday I was working the desk as Cassie's fitness class wrapped up. I watched as everyone from downstairs dragged themselves through the studio with the energy and vitality of war refugees. My inquiries of, "Good class?" were met with the blank, empty stares of those who had seen something so harrowing, so terrible, that they knew life would never return to the way it was. Through their barely-coherent mumblings (Sand...so much sand...I don't like sand. It's coarse and rough and irritating, and it gets everywhere) I deduced that Cassie's workout had been something special, a breakthrough in intensity that shattered our conception of fitness much like it shattered the psyches of everyone in the class. Instantly I knew that the rest of us had to step up our game. Now I want to be VERY CLEAR that this was not a competition. The fact that Cassie might be the title-holder for, "Hardest Fitness Class Ever," did not in any way make me childishly up the difficulty of my own classes out of pure malice. I merely used her class as inspiration to evaluate my own and think, "Am I really doing everything I can to help my students get 100% out of each session?" Sadly, the answer was no. Being an instructor is a constant cycle of realizing you let your students down and resolving to do better next time, but I decided enough is enough! Never again would I fail my students by leaving them conscious at the end of class. They say what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, so coming back from death must make you the strongest. That's our new concept of fitness at Krav Maga Raleigh. Crossfit gyms will brag about puking and Rhabdo: Big deal. Tough Mudders are, "The toughest event on the planet." Yeah, the toughest event where people DON'T die. I know that I'm excited for this bold new direction in Krav Maga Raleigh fitness, and I know that you are to. For the rest of your life. See you on the mats!