I've been meaning to take a self-defense class forever. Seriously. You know the day dinosaurs were invented? It was the day before that. As a single girl who lives alone -- I write under a pen name so don't try to abduct me, you dummies -- I have a pretty serious need to take care of myself. Mace would be a great idea. Wasp spray an even better one. A gun would be fantastic, if I weren't so confident my cat would accidentally shoot me.
|Knees up ...|
Cut to the present. I get an email: "Hey you wanna take a self-defense class tomorrow night?" The obvious answer is "yep," but my response was "maybe." First I needed to ask a co-worker if I should really skip Zumba for self-defense? "Like really really? You're sure?" "Yes, dummy, take the class." And off we go.
The class I signed up for is a weird little hybrid of huh and what located in Snider Plaza. Every other week this thing called Tough Fitness starring Evan Duncan teaches a self-defense class in a boutique named Bevello. (The class costs only $20, but you save 20 percent off your entire Bevello purchase, so spend $100 and break even, Steven.)
Each class lasts 45 minutes to an hour which is PERFECT. Duncan likes to focus on three or four moves instead of overloading your brain with a shitload of defense strategies you'll forget the minute you walk out the door. He brings an assistant, too, and demonstrates everything thoroughly before it's your turn.
Guess what? Self-defense isn't anything like that episode of Designing Women where they yelled NO and kneed an overly padded man in the crotch. With Duncan, you'll learn genuinely useful moves and you can save the crotch kicks for co-workers. More »