It turns out the thousands (and thousands) of reps I did with squats have the potential to save my life. If an attacker ever tries to gut me with a knife, that is. Obviously I hope I never have to put this into action, but when I learned this maneuver at Krav Maga this morning I stayed after to practice it more with the instructor.
Here’s how it works: Dude comes at me with a knife, sweeping it up to gut me. I jump back, grabbing his wrist with my hands, then rush him like a linebacker, still clamped onto the wrist. I pivot to get my back to him, throw his knife arm over my head so it’s lying on my left shoulder, and still ,locked onto it, squat as low as I can (which thanks to USAPL rules, is ass-to-grass). Then I explode up (something I worked a LOT on in powerlifting), which drives his knife arm down straight toward, you guessed it — his own gut. And I’ve impaled him!
I’m not allowed to squat with weight on my back anymore and it’s the single exercise I miss more than anything — I still dream about it. It’s also what hurt me. So if it ever came down to it, it’s only fair that my squat skillz might save my life.