I've fled Nerdworld for a few days for Thanksgiving, so I'm happily home and catching up with old friends. One of them has just spent a few months picking up a brand new skill set as a hobby, and it turns out she wasn't needlepointing or gardening or messing with decoupage. Nope, the girl was taking Krav Maga lessons for fitness and fun. (You do know what Krav Maga is?) She also just got her first belt, so she'll now be known on this blog as Lady Krav MaGaga.
So we were just hanging out over coffee and she was telling me about her new hobby.
"Oh!" I said. "I heard it isn't very pretty but that it's brutally effective."
"Yeah!" She perked up. "Hey, wanna see?"
"OK!"
Famous last words, right?
"So sneak up behind me and grab my hair," she said, instructing me to be the bad guy.
And then POW! She pulled her punches and didn't make actual contact, but about ten seconds later I was like, "Uhhhh ... DUDE, HOLY CRAP."
She grinned.
"So basically if I were a real bad guy, I'd be a puddle on the floor screaming, 'Oh, my balls!'"
"Teehee! Here, grab my hair again and I'll show you in slo-mo."
Let it be known, potential muggers and assorted scumbags out there, do NOT mess with this chick! She looks all cute and little, but Lady Krav MaGaga will beat the stuffing out of you and look all adorable while doing it. And don't think about sneaking up behind me and grabbing me by the hair either.
So what did you think my friends and I do when we're not studying? Sitting around with glossy fashion magazines and talking about boys and makeup? Well, OK, sometimes, but not always.
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