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Sweat pours off of me as I slam my fists into the heavy punching bag. Peace floods my body as I revel in the stinging flesh of my knuckles. Left, left, right, left. I tune out everything else around me. All of the other sounds of fist on flesh, the smell of sweat, they’re all a million miles away. It’s just me and the punching bag. It’s just me and my residual rage being poured out in the form of sweat and violence. Perfection.
I’ll tell you a little secret, I have enough of them I can spare one now. When you wake up in a hospital bed with the realization that you narrowly escaped death you’re a changed person. Before the accident I was weak, but now I’m strong. The one thing I swore to myself when I walked out of that hospital was that I would never let anyone hurt me again. I’ve already been hurt enough in my life. I’m not going to be a victim anymore. At least not a victim to anyone but myself, but that’s a different issue altogether.
“Abby!” I stop mid-swing and grab the swinging bag to steady myself. I drag in deep breaths. My lungs burn with the effort to get enough oxygen into my body. I turn my gaze to the middle aged man who owns the gym. Ironically, his name is Jim.
“What’s up?” I ask breathlessly, keeping a conspicuous amount of distance between us. Jim is a nice guy and he’s never done anything to make me think he’s trying to creep on me, but, well...let’s just say I have ‘issues’ with men.
“Wow, you were really focused, I’ve been trying to get your attention for ten minutes. The ladies who signed up to take your self-defense class are waiting,” He informs me, gesturing towards a group of mostly college aged girls standing in a group outside of one of the classrooms.
I nod and grab a towel to wipe some of the sweat off of my face before heading over toward the women.
“Hi there, sorry to keep you ladies waiting, I was a bit absorbed,” I apologize with a laugh.
“You were amazing over there,” One of the girls says in a quiet, awed voice.
I look over at her with a smile. She’s small and meek with dirty blonde hair and a mousy face. She’s the kind of girl you would see and forget about thirty seconds later.
“Thank you,” I acknowledge before gesturing for everyone to make their way into the classroom. It’s really just a private gym area used to teach different classes like yoga, tai chi, and self-defense.
Once everyone is in and I’m standing in front of them I take several deep breaths to calm my nerves.
Why did I agree to do this? I hate public speaking. And, it’s not like I’m an expert or anything, I just got into kickboxing last year, after the accident. It’s been working a hell of a lot better than therapy, if you don’t count the recurring nightmares and the fact that I still don’t want a man to touch me. Well, you know what they say: you can’t win ‘em all.
“I’m so glad that you’ve all decided to take your safety into your own hands by taking this self-defense class.” I jump right into the class with my prepared speech.
Once I get through this I have to tackle getting my things moved into my new apartment. This is going to be a friggin’ exhausting day.
“So everybody let’s pair off and we’ll start right away with practicing some techniques.”