Despite recent evidence that might suggest otherwise, I've never been punched in the face.
I've never punched anyone, either, in the face or any other body part. Come to think of it, I don't think I've ever really even seen a bona fide fistfight in person. That might not be true, though. I have a lot of fuzzy memories from college and NFL games. But I can't bring an eyewitness account to mind, so it seems like I've never seen a punch up close.
You should see me kick my own ass in the mirror at the gym, though. It's one thing to jump and punch along to Kei$sha in my beloved Turbo Kickboxing classes, but my favorite is the street fighting smackdown we get to simulate in the Muay Thai section of Body Combat. Badass. And 164 jabs? I die of glee. I was recently threatened by someone who wanted to fight, and this person (who shall remain nameless but let's just say that we have the same parents) even warned me that she owned boxing gloves. My response? "bring it on"
What's this about, this affinity for pretend punching stuff? I often wonder what I'd really do in a fight, or if I had cause to defend myself physically. I watched a news story this morning about a woman who'd been relentlessly beaten for years by her husband, and I felt awful that this type of story has enough precedent to not even seem overly shocking to me. She eventually killed him. Her kids testified on her behalf, but she's on trial for continuing to shoot him after he was down for the count. Larger issues aside, it got me thinking about how that woman got punched in the face. A lot. My new found understanding of the sensation of blunt force impact to the nose face made the realization that much more visceral. That shit hurts! I can't imagine that it's as easy as it seems in the movies to just shake off a punch and carry on.
So why is it so fun to play fight?