Normally I’m a very low profle guy. I don’t like talking all the time, but when I talk, I’m make sure my words are meaningful. I don’t have a lot of manic energy like some people. But something happens when I’m pushed past a physical limit. It’s like a back up drive of adrenalin that kicks in. It’ always been like this for me.

One day as a recruit in the police academy, we all had to line up in the hall and do group pushups in cadence. In other words, we all had to go up and down at the same time on command of the TAC officer. Of course the TAC officer barking the pushup commands would make the class stay in the bottom pushup position for prolonged periods of time to make them exceptionally painful. My classmates would collapse on the floor, because their arms felt like spaghetti and their chests were burning with lactic acid.

I remember being in that bottom pushup position with my nose an inch from the floor, when out of the corner of my eye, I saw the boot of one of my TAC officers off to my right. I looked up and saw him standing over me. I looked to my right, and I saw all of my classmates wailing and groaning, the other TAC officers yelling at them to stay up in their pushup positions. There wasn’t a propped up body in sight.

Then I realized that the TAC officers were waiting for me to physically give out. I was the last one standing, so to speak. So then I started groaning and screaming in pain and collapsed on to the floor. The group pushups ended shortly afterwards.

Just last year I was attending an update course for police defensive tactics instructors. The instructor of the course came in one morning and because he was in such as a good mood, he put us through non-stop physical activity: pushups, sprints, punches, kicks, takedowns, etc. Non-stop for 2 hours.

Within 5 minutes, the old salty veterans could barely breathe and keep themselves propped up during the pushups. Within 20 minutes, half the class was dripping enough sweat on the mats to make some guys slip as we ran. The other half were well conditioned and just kept the pace.

By the one hour mark, everyone except for myself had slowed down quite a bit. I was still going at the same level I started out with. By the second hour, the instructor was no longer paying attention to what we were doing or that half the class was lounging on the mats. I, on the other had, was still punching and kicking maniacally on the heavy bags.

The fact is that your body can take a lot of punishment. It takes time to get to a decent of level of conditioning, but once you’re at that level, you can go on forever. Your mind will quit before your body ever does.

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