I remember it like an old acquaintance. One that I don't speak to very often, but whom with out meeting, my life would have taken a very different turn. The first time I got kicked. And I am not talking about fumbling around in self defense class or a bump on the shin, or even glancing blows in sparring class. I am talking about the first time I misjudged my blitz and got folded in half. A perfectly executed side kick that found my exposed belly and just hammered home.
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