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S<\/span>everal weeks ago, I attended a self-defense class. Our instructor stood in the course of the room to reveal poses for cautious contact. We were shown the way to position our torso, the way to hold our hands. The stance was meant to assist us easily switch right into a squatting position where we could use the ability of our legs to fight off perpetrators.<\/p>\n \u201cWhere are women not very strong?\u201d the teacher asked us.<\/p>\n \u201cOur upper bodies,\u201d one woman offered.<\/p>\n \u201cAnd where does our strength lie?\u201d<\/p>\n Our legs, all of us answered unanimously. She then taught us a series of punches, kicks, and jabs.<\/p>\n The moves felt familiar. As a young person on the turn of the millennium, I\u2019d done Billy Blanks\u2019s Tae Bo workouts<\/a> religiously. On the time, I wasn\u2019t that taken with self-defense. I used to be drawn to the video’s back jacket promise that I might burn 800 calories per hour. Seems, though, Tae Bo had taught me something apart from just the way to keep myself small.<\/p>\n In adolescence, I accomplished the Advanced Tae Bo<\/a> workout video not less than a thousand times. Though I dabbled with other exercise tapes, there was just something about Blanks\u2019s<\/a> program that had a hold on me. The marketing promised that I\u2019d turn out to be strong enough to kick a person\u2019s ass\u2014and look great while doing it.<\/p>\n