Around two months into my training I tested for and earned my yellow belt. When I say “test,” what I really mean is the hardest physical exam of my adult life. I had to compare it to my week of super strenuous hiking through the Philmont Scout Ranch as a Boy Scout. That was an endurance and mental fortitude test I had no intention of repeating. By this point my wife and I were practicing every night. We’d do front kicks and side kicks while sitting on the couch. We’d half-moon around the table and around the cats. We were sold for life.
