The Feisty One

I had to take a class today. I usually dread these classes, feeling as though I have gone back in time and am sitting through college lectures again. Today, to my delight, the course was on self-defense.

After a little bit of reading and lecturing, we actually had to get up and work on some of these moves. Being the eager beaver that I am, I volunteered for all of the demos. I often took the roll of attacker. After demonstrations, everyone had to work on the skills. We first started off with blocking punches. Piece of cake really. What I asked was if someone would really try to punch me, so I could see if it would work in a real situation, as my girlie partner in her lacy red shirt wasn't throwing very realistic punches. So, the instructor, a tall, muscular man, would continually walk past me and try to throw punches the rest of the day. It was very effective and has really built my punch blocking confidence!

After going through the ways to fend off kicks, break loose from choke holds, arm grabs, and hair pulling, we moved onto team take-downs. While this entire thing was tons of fun, being the attacker in this series was great! I especially enjoyed trying to fight out of the holds. Needless to say, I was deemed the "feisty one." Hey, I've been called worse!

Overall, it was a great day and learning experience. I'm not sure if my feistiness had anything to do with it, but while I was in the bathroom during a break, one lady in the class (who clearly saw me enter the bathroom), turned the light off as she was walking out, leaving me to pee in pitch blackness.

On top of learning that I am pretty good at self defense, I also found out that I am good at hitting my target in the dark!