Years ago when I lived in New York, my boyfriend got me interested in kick boxing. He was very big in martial arts and self defense, as he practiced Grav Mcgaw. For those who are not familiar, it is the Israeli marital art of hand to hand combat – do everything you can to avoid conflict, but if you must, here is how to disable your attacker, or even kill if if need be. I tried it, but liked kick boxing better.
And indeed knowing how to box served me well when I was attacked. While my attacker was so much larger than I was that I was not able to completely fend him off, I was able to defend myself and cause some damage. I can only imagine what would have happened if I had not had the confidence and know-how to fight back.
And I still box. Dr. Heavy-bags is what I call my boxing bag, is in the garage and always ready for a good workout. Indeed, the Dr. has been very helpful for my best friends as well. If one of my besties has a bad break-up, she simply comes over, pins the ex’s picture to the bag, puts on the [ink boxing gloves, and boxes her little heart out, until she is too tired to box anymore. Then she comes to the den and we have wine and conversation.
Who would have thought that a heavy-bag and a boxing class would lead to so much fun?
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