I always considered myself one of the luckiest people on earth. Because, man, you can imagine how much fun that actually is. You know, if you like Martial Arts and all that.
After my twenty years of full time Martial Arts, I lived here on Maui in the nineties. Used to fly to L.A every month and spend a week at Billy's house. (Blanks) I'd catch a red eye on Sunday night. Our days started by getting up at 5, s, shower and shave, get to his gym by six (which was already opened and running by his assistant instructors)
He would teach a Tae-bo class at six, which I would take. Then at seven, I would teach a fitness class, he'd teach another Tae-bo class. At eight I'd teach a fighting class, usually consisting of grappling and street fighting. At nine I'd teach a Tae-kwon-do class to his morning students. From ten to eleven, we'd lift, every day, keying on different parts of the body (obviously). Then, sometimes we'd do road work, sometimes bag work, sometimes spar. At noon, we would leave (classes still going on, they went on all day, it was the busiest dojo, or busiest gym I have seen to this day.)
We would go the plaza next door, pick up food, whole chickens, sandwiches, salads, eat while we drove, go back to his house, fall on the couches, eat, yack and nap. At three thirty we'd shower and head back to the gym - where the main work started. We'd teach class, spar, do pushups, sit ups and planks, do Tae-bo, grapple, skip rope, teach or take Tae-kwon-Do class, fitness class, boxing class. I'd usually teach a couple of privates, (at ridiculous L.A prices, but work out along with the client)
We would leave at ten (sometimes nine thirty) He call three different restaurants on the way home and have them deliver massive amounts of food to his house. We'd gorge and talk about the day, about so and so getting better, and so and so being a lazy bum and did you see that kick, and what a great choke that was blah, blah blah. Then we'd go to bed, falling asleep in about three and a half seconds. We did that Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday - the dojo was closed on Sunday and I'd fly home. This went on for four years. Every month. The rest of the time I trained here. Fitness, Tae-bo, BJJ, taught in a Tang-Soo-do school several nights a week, worked out with some other old guys. We called ourselves "The snap, crackle pop club".
How many hours a week was that? All of them, I guess.
To this day, it's the most fun I ever had.
EDIT - P.S.
I'll bet my bottom dollar that anyone here would have done the same thing given the opportunity to do so if your lifestyle allowed it. (Oh, yes you would!)