I stopped at this table and he stood. We shook hands and we
sized each other up as we looked each other in the eyes. We are the same
height. I outweighed him. He’s younger, stronger, and better looking than me. No contest.
I asked for an autograph and he picked up one of the promo
photos. As he signed, I said, “It might
not look it but got my Yellow Belt in Krav. I said I had trained for a few years. I enjoyed it. I proved what I needed. I had no
desire to do Orange”
As he handed the photo to me, he said, “Trained? Not anymore?”
I have to admit that was a sharp question. I smiled and explained, Krav was tough when
you are 45 and out of shape. But in reality, he knew how tough it is.
AH
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