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Beata saw going to Minnesota as a great opportunity because with more research, we found out that API was certifying instructors and that class would start the day after my last shift at the factory. Fate could not spell it out any clearer for me; this was definitely something I had to do, but more importantly, something I wanted to do more than anything else. Just like that, I packed my locker, said my farewells, and was ready for the drive down to Minnesota, where once again I had no idea what to expect—all with a big smile on my face.

Chapter Four

GOT CAVEMAN TRAINING?

“‘Shit...Fuck’... is my barometer for when I have reached the perfect level of strength and conditioning for groups.... I also like, ‘I’d cheer for you but I can’t breathe!’”

—Matt Olson API Owner/Instructor

At the border, we chatted about MMA with the border cop, which was a clear indicator of the quick rise in popularity of MMA. Once in the United States, we were met with many toll plazas, which to us Canadians was a new experience given our pay highways are express highways that can be taken by choice. For the direction we were headed, Wisconsin and then Minnesota, we took the toll routes for some reason. Illinois had over a dozen tolls, and after we paid the first two, we figured it would be fun to just blow through them. That’s exactly what we did, and every time we drove through one without paying, we made comical faces toward the cameras like seven-year-olds. It was fresh and fun to act like goofballs, especially after escaping the drudgery of life’s responsibilities back in Canada.