Ouch!

Today I took a womens self defense class at Beyond Martial Arts. My friends Jeff, Mishel and Eric taught the class. Here's a little low down on the gang that taught the class. Jeff is an 8th degree black belt, Mishel is a black belt and Eric is the national champion of some type of martial arts that I don't know how to pronounce. Translation=they are one bad ass family. Or, as our house calls them: The Incredibles......
Jeff-Mr. Incredible-he's one tough dude
Mishel-Elastagirl. (You need to take her Yoga class people)
Eric-Dash-he can do all sort of crazy tricks before you eyes even realize he's got you in a choke hold
Mishel has a daughter who we'll call Violet because I have yet to meet her, so I think she has an invisible force field around her and she has a son I'll call Jack Jack because I'm not sure if he has any crazy martial arts powers.

O.k, so now that you have the low down, picture me Mrs. Not Even Sort of Tough...getting my butt wooped for 7 hours straight. Here's the thing, they didn't sugar coat it. Jeff called us all sorts of nasty names, put us in in incredibly aweful positions, and played on our weaknesses. Women were crying, women were furious, women were scared. But, guess what? We learned in a BIG hurry it's just not gonna be real fun when a 200 lb. man is trying to do terrible things to us. And, we learned lots of tactics to hopefully keep us safe.

I know you're all thinking "like what?" Well, then pay up and take the class. Really, learn for yourself. You could ride in a car with me all day long, but that aint gonna teach you to drive is it? If you are a women you should take this class. It's not fun. It's very stressful. It's very invasive. But I promise you will leave there feeling much more secure. And, with a right leg that's missing a big piece of skin, the entire side of your body bruised, you won't be able to turn you neck to the left, your teeth will hurt, and you'll have some awesome rug burn. But......hottie Eric will teach you. Hottie Eric is worth some rug burn.