Childhood training

When we were not travelling, me and my parents lived in the Urals. There my dad and my mum, but mainly my dad used to train. Train on the acts and train on keeping very fit and strong. Since I was very small I started to feel curiosity about what my dad was doing. On the other hand my dad wanted to train me to become a very strong and skill-full woman.

I said before that as soon as I started walking he taught to me walk on fire and glass. I started doing exercises for my flexibility very soon. I don´t even remember my age. I did always lots of sit up and push up exercises. I also was going to run in the mountains in the morning, always barefoot. In summer in paths full of gravel and sharp stones, in winter in the snow. He also trained me in fighting, a bit like a game when I was very little, but training anyway. I was also lifting weights very regularly and breaking pieces of wood with my hands and feet, sort of karate/judo style. My dad was always encouraging me and he made all to look like a game to me. I really enjoyed it and I always wanted to do more exercises and to improve my self, doing more sit ups, push ups, lifting more weight, running longer and faster or breaking thicker pieces of wood. He had also some machines like a gym, so we had everything there to train. We were also using the gym of the society in the city if we were going there.

When I was 8-10 I was totally empowered, I was very strong. Walking on fire and glass and swimming in ice water gave me lots of confidence. Also I was provided with the concentration to do all the amazing things, always with the moto: the mind controls the body. I was the able to break with my hands, and specially with my feet very thick pieces of wood and bricks. I was also trained in playing with fire and I started to play part in the shows, which I really loved to do.

At that age I could already eat fire and lit fire on my body, jump on broken glass, go up on a sword ladder, lay down in broken glass and and in a bed nails with somebody standing on me and many other things.

Then I started to do more difficult exercises like one hand push-ups, doing the push-ups in a bed of nails, or doing the push-ups with heavy weights on my back. We also used to take the big pieces of fire wood from the forest and we tried to break it into smaller pieces by using our naked hands and feet.

One day we had to take down one tree, I think I was nearly twelve. The tree was more than half a meter in diameter and strong timber. My dad told me to break it down using just my body. He showed my that my stronger part, where I have more strength and muscle is my legs, so he showed me how to position myself and try to send all my strength from my body and mind through my leg to my foot. The soles of my feet were very hard anyway and that was the part hitting the tree. He told me to visualize the hit and the tree falling, concentrate, do the movement without the hit first a few times, and finally do the real one, breathing in and out, with a big scream. I did it and I made a massive crack on the tree. I didn´t feel much pain. He told to finish it off, so I did a few hits more with my bare feet on the tree and a final push with my body and the tree fell down. My dad was very proud of me, he congratulated me and told me I should not fear anything nor anybody, If I was able to do this that young I could easily kill the strongest man.