Since I took up kickboxing early in the 2010’s I’ve thankfully never needed to use it in a “street” situation... I guess it just helps you realise that’s all a load of bollocks and not worth it... in fact there was one occasion when I was threatened with a golf club during a football match, but I was able to diffuse the situation without resorting to violence... (I think a couple of people had a quiet word in his ear and he thought better of it).
But I was never really a fighter.... I didn’t get into it to prove anything, it was just a tough sport and I had no intention of fighting... until I got competent then it was natural to want to test myself... in fact the thing I miss most is the teaching I used to do at my club...
Back to running and a fairly brisk 4.5 miles and 1400ft this morning to get back into the swing of things, and a steady club run tonight, perhaps no more than 8 miles... cross country season is imminent, and Snowdonia Marathon rapidly approaching, not to mention the first Shropshire Fell Champs race in 10 days, so a lot of conflicting priorities...