This week at silat, we worked legs. Not in a terrible, awful, can't-stand-up-after-class way, but enough to get a little burn and quiver. Stretching, kuda-kuda (jumping to switch foot positions), horse stance, like that.
Gotta keep 'em in shape, the legs.
What I found interesting–again–was not how sore my legs were the next day, but how sore my feet were.
A couple of hours in soft sand–further down the hill you train, the deeper and softer it is–and I prefer to do it barefoot. Sands all those ugly callouses right off, but the small muscles of the feet get quite a workout.
Not the arches, in my case, but the tops and sides.
If I get to the point where I can stay balanced and move with any kind of speed in soft sand on a downhill slope, I'm thinking that flat ground won't be any problem at all ...