I spent my day training in the gym, while the kids were in school. I had a trainer help with my reflexes and attacks. I didn’t ask the guys because they’d end up turning it sexual, and quite frankly so would I. “Nadia, keep your eyes open when someone swings at you.” He went for another swing that I dodged, but I blinked again. “Listen, in that blink of an eye you will be open to an attack.” I was so tired I fell to the ground and laid on it. “Are you okay?” He asks. “I am drained, and my nerves are on fire. I think I am going to call it quits for the evening and go get my kids.” He reached his arm to lift me up. “You know most people that have me as a private trainer, do it because they’ve experienced something traumatic and they want to be in control.” I went to take a drink out of my canister. He wasn’t wrong. “I used to be able to protect myself really well.
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