The Final Chapters

As you may have noticed, I haven’t blogged anything from days 21 through 23. It’s simple. I’ve been utterly exhausted. So here’s a quick summary. 

Day 21: we started with our instructor/teaching exams at 09:00. We had to prepare a full lesson plan and then execute fifteen minutes of it where we introduced a new technique. The whole group was done around 13:00 and then we took a short lunch break. After that we had two hours of free repetition on everything we felt we needed to work on before doing a three hour session in first aid, injuries etc. and at the end of that session, around 20:00, we were given the written exam. It took about two and a half hours to complete it before going to bed. 

Day 22: the technical grading started at 09:30 and ended at 17:30, with only a few two-minute water breaks. After the technical part, we did defenses against previously unknown attacks, 3on1 armed attackers and a couple of rounds sparring. Once that was done, we did eight rounds of 10 burpees + 20 attacks on the heavy bag. It was without a doubt the hardest physical and mental challenge of my life, which I knew it was going to be. After a quick shower, we headed out to a grilled meat buffé with the whole gang. 

Day 23: at 09:35 I received my personal feedback from Emmanuel and Jes. I had passed the GIC with flying colors and graded as G2. I received a lot compliments for my strong mentality and my fighting skills. It really meant a lot hearing it from two amazing instructors like Jes and Emmanuel. After the diploma ceremony we headed back to Sweden and here I am now. 

I am over the moon extatic about my performance and my results. This is only the beginning of my journey and I have a few people I’d like to thank: Rune Lind, Emmanuel Ayache and Jes Sørensen for being amazing instructors during GIC1 and GIC3. All my fellow GIC-colleagues for all the support during the GIC, for all the laughs and good times. 

Tommy Blom, not only for being an excellent teacher during GIC2; but for everything. He took me under his wing in 2014 and has pushed me to become the fighter that I am today. He believed in me from the start and has been an amazing mentor throughout this whole thing. I look forward to continue working with him and I am truly thankful for being able to take part of his experience and wisdom. Thank you my friend, for everything. 

Nona, my wonderful girlfriend who never doubted me for a second. Always believed in me when I wouldn’t and always saw something in me when I couldn’t. I wouldn’t be the person I am today without your love and support. Thank you for picking me up when I needed it the most and standing by me through everything. I love you. 

A massive thank you to all of you 700 readers for making this blogging journey a lot of fun. I hope you’ve enjoyed my journey, I know I have and if you’re a new GIC student; push through the pain and smile. It’ll be worth it in the end.

Kida!

   
   

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Chapter Twenty: Let the exams begin

Tomorrow is the first day of the exams and we’ll kick things off with the instructor role/teaching exam. We have each written a 45 minute lesson plan and will teach a specific technique. On Saturday we’ll do the technical, sparring and theoretical exams; and on Sunday we’ll find out the results and get feedback. After yesterday’s session with grabs, punches, holds and disarms – my hands were a bit swollen this morning. Giving the hashtag #swole a whole new meaning. Perhaps the correct one. Good night folks! 

P.S. Everything still hurts, more. Turns out I might have a nerve problem in my neck. Yes, ouch.

 

Chapter Nineteen: E.F.H. 

First day of GIC3 is completed and only four more days to go. I felt good coming here but right now, I’m not so sure anymore. Maybe because we’re closing in on the final exams and it’s just self-doubt and high expectations from my own over-achieving self. Today was physically demanding and even though we’ve had two and a half weeks to recover from GIC2 – my mind and body are already exhausted. It’s like my body remembers all the ache from previous parts and goes back to being a little bitch about it. I’m at a point of EFH (everything fucking hurts). You know, when you can’t even get up from a chair without moaning like an old man with a prosthetic hip. Time to get some shuteye and see what Emmanuel has in store for us tomorrow. Peace out folks.   

  

Chapter Eighteen: Grease the groove

What an amazing week it has been. The second part of the GIC is in the books and only part three remains. I can’t believe how much I have evolved during these past few weeks. Unfortunately I caught a cold last night and will be out of commission for a few days. But that’s quite alright seeing how I need to rest and recover anyway. I’ll update the blog again a few days before we head to Denmark for part three on October 13th. Special thanks to my coach, mentor and friend Tommy Blom for nine days of supreme excellence. I wouldn’t be here or at this level without your knowledge, support and wisdom. Take care you guys, I’ll see you in three weeks!
  

Chapter Seventeen: Four on one 

GIC2 is coming to an end. Only one more day to go and then only three weeks left until the dreaded GIC3. End of the line (hopefully) but only the beginning. After nearly nearly 70 hours of training in eight days, basically every system in the body is shot. Muscles, nerves, tendons, everything. There isn’t a place in my body that isn’t either sore, stiff or aching. Even the mind is cramped full of new and old information. Some days I feel like the mental exhaustion is worse than the physical. I’ve been receiving a lot of compliments for my personality as an instructor and my operative skills as a fighter. I do not take this lightly. I’m thankful for not only the instructors that I’ve had, but also my training partners. Especially the guy in the picture below. Sometimes the hugging turns into fighting. It’s all good. Unless there’s four of them. 4vs1 drills are exhausting, but a lot of fun. Really shows you that you don’t have time for the fancy stuff. It’s as real as it gets. 

  

Chapter Sixteen: Mute

Not sure if it was because Tommy was tired of listening to us yapping for six days; but today we taught techniques without speaking a single word. I thought it was quite the experience, taking away the vocal experience of teaching. Since there isn’t any talking, everything took a lot less time. There wasn’t anything you could elaborate on with words, so you had to emphasize with gestures and basic body language. Shaking your head for “don’t” and nod for “do” etc. I will most definitely be using this in the future. After today’s session, we followed tradition by going out for Thai food with the entire group. All you can eat, cooked right in front of you-buffet. That sure hit the spot. We have fun in the gym and outside of it. Even though someone stole my food. Not cool, Dane. Not cool. 

  

Chapter Fifteen: That’s not a knife

Knife attacks here, knife attacks there, knife attacks from everywhere. So today was the exact opposite of yesterday. Everything went smoothly, both old techniques and new. I decided this morning to let the feelings yesterday be a distant memory and just focus on what’s in front of me. Surprise, it worked. Only three more days to go for this part and I feel like the group is becoming tighter and more relaxed. I might even miss some of the other guys that aren’t from Sweden. Maybe even the Danes. Maybe.