Monday, October 9, 2017

Wise Words Your Mother Might Have Said - Week #2

If you HAVE to fight, punch first and punch hard.

Five Reasons Why You Should Take Self Defense Classes

1. It builds confidence
A lot of people are not confident with their abilities to protect themselves. This can be due to personal experiences, as well as driven by the news. We hear a lot about the negativity in our society, and this can leave people feeling unprotected. Self defense classes will build your confidence. If you're getting bullied, it's a great way to protect yourself and grow confidence in yourself, ultimately molding you into a better person.

2. It works on your balance
Self-defense classes require a lot out of your body, including the ability to do two things at once without falling over. Improving your balance also means improving focus. Karate and self defense classes teach you how to focus on your target while you control your body. Without balance it is almost impossible to fight. Through gaining your body control and balance, you will be better prepared to protect yourself.

3.It helps improve your physical conditioning
The whole point of self defense classes is to prepare you for any situation that may bring harm to you. Physical conditioning is extremely important when it comes to self defense. Training and practicing prepares you for the adrenalin dump when a situation arises that requires you to fight. When someone comes after you, you will experience what is called an adrenalin dump (your body’s way of responding to the fight or flight situation). You need to be physically conditioned to appropriately deal with a dangerous situation. If you aren’t, your body will not work as well as you need it to after the adrenalin dump . Physical conditioning will work on your reflexes and your awareness of an attack. When you are fighting it is important to be focused both mentally and physically. If you are prepared, you will be more successful in a dangerous situation and the dump won’t take all your energy from you.

4.It improves your street awareness
Self defense classes will make you more aware of your surroundings. You’re never planning to be attacked, but your attacker is the one with the plan. Self defense classes will help you to be aware at all times and ready should this type of situation arise. You might be shocked for a second, but you will have the necessary reactions to protect yourself. Self defense classes teach you to think about where you can be attacked and where your attacker could be hiding. Always be aware of your surroundings.

5. It has a positive influence on your life
Unlike a lot of things in life, taking self defense classes will always have a positive impact on your life. Each and every one of the reasons above are proof of this. Taking self defense classes can boost your spirits and make you a more confident and better version of yourself. It’s important to have things in life that we can rely on to make us happy- taking these kinds of classes does just that.

I bet you're curious now about finding a 'good' instructor. Location is the easy answer; but do some research before you make the commitment a place or instructor. Do some investigative research online and find out who your instructor truly is. How long have they been in the practice? Have they competed at a high level? Do they have any street attack experience? Who did they train under? 

Remember: It’s not about sport- it’s about reality and the world we now live in.

Credit for this article to: Megan Mayle at
(Megan is an aspiring psychological thriller novelist.

Keta's Book of the Week

Contemporary Romance/Suspense
Finalist: Romance Category, Independent Authors Network

The hero in our story, Rann Brogan, is not a violent man. As a child, he took martial art classes, but mostly to please his father. As an adult, there comes a time when he's glad he took those lessons. Season is missing so he tracks down the man who knows what happened to the woman he loves. Martin (think villain) is also the last person to see Rann's mother, Charlotte, alive. Fearing he's lost the two people who mean the world to him, he confronts Martin in a dark alley. WARNING: Rann has been pushed to the limit and decides to punch first and punch hard!

A familiar voice drew Rann's gaze...a man on his cell phone heading for a parked car in front of the building. Rann put his head down, sneaked up behind him on the driver's side and stuck the gun barrel into Martin's ribs. "Keep walking, toward the entrance to the alley that runs behind the building."
"Ah, shit. You don't know who you're messing with, punk."
He pushed harder on the gun. "Do it or I'll blow a hole in your side."
"Okay, okay, let's don't get trigger-happy, I'm moving."
The dark alley loomed before them. Rann prodded him along until they came to the middle, away from the noise, away from any people who might be passing by on either end. "Stop here and turn around."
Martin swirled, and with eyes narrowed, lip curled back in a snarl, looked him in the eye. "Well, well, if it ain't the mama's boy. Thought I recognized that voice." He looked down at the gun. "A Smith & Wesson Shield...I'm impressed. Too bad you don't know how to use it."
"Oh, I know how, been at the gun range every night for three weeks."
Martin licked his lips. "What do you want?"
"I'm asking the questions, starting with this one: What did you do to my mother?"
"What makes you think I did anything to her?" Shoulders lifted. "You read the Death Certificate. She died from cardiac arrest."
"I don't like that diagnosis. I think someone put something in her drink."
"Go to hell; you can't prove that."
"You're right, " Rann said, trailing the gun through the air near his face. "I can't but then I don't need any proof to end your miserable life."
"Listen, I liked Charlotte. Why would I want to hurt her?"
"Because she put two and two together and you were scared shitless she'd spill the beans...go to the police."
Martin snorted. "Spill the beans about what?"
"Where is Season?"
"Oh, no...I don't know nothin' about that. Your mom was always on my case, begging me to tell her if I had any involvement in her disappearance. I had nothing to do with it."
Rann pointed the gun at his arm and pulled the trigger. Boom!
His hand moved to cover the wound. "Shit, you shot me!"
"Bet it hurts, huh, Dick-him?"
"You're crazy, off your rocker. You think you can come down here to my playground and shoot me?"
Rann couldn’t hold back the satisfied smirk. "Just did, didn't I?"
"My goons will be all over your ass by sunrise."
"Maybe…but not in time to save you, asshole."
Even in the dark, Rann saw his face turn the color of beets. "What the hell do you want?"
"The truth about the girl." He pushed the gun barrel into his thigh. "What did you do to her?"
"All right, let me get my breath here." Still holding his arm, he glanced skyward. "Last time I saw her she was alive."
"I'm not giving you that. I'm a dead man if I tell you."
"You're a dead man if you don't."
"Let me go, man. My arm is killing me."
Rann shook his head. "The girl, where did you last see her and when?"
"I swear on my mother's grave, she's alive."
The gun discharged again and a dog barked from somewhere nearby.
Martin fell to his knees with a moan. "Sonofabitch." Laughter bubbled up from his belly, a grating, maniacal laugh that set Rann's teeth on edge. "Oh, this is sweet. Mama's boy kills a gangster over star-crossed love. That ought to be made into a movie." He lifted his chin and looked into Rann's eyes. "You'd kill a man for her...that gypsy slut?"
Rann placed the gun against his forehead and pulled the trigger. "Yes."
A thin line of smoke streamed from the barrel. A moment of disbelief crossed Martin's eyes before he slumped to the ground. Blood streamed from the wound, ran down the side of his face and onto the pavement. 
Rann snorted and looked down at Martin's open eyes and gaping mouth. "Never was a mama's boy, just naïve about the evil man does."
A woman's voice from several stories up hollered out a window. "Hey, what's going on down there?"
"Nothing, ma'am. Sorry to disturb you, just taking out the trash."
Rann stuffed the Shield into the pocket of his sweatshirt and walked to his car. He unlocked the door, settled in behind the wheel and closed his eyes. She lives.
For now, that would have to do.


Thanks so much for dropping by today. Leave a comment if you have any thoughts on self-defense. Have you taken classes? Have I piqued your interest enough so you'd like to?

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