never liked fear. If you run in a blind panic, you don’t even know what
you’re running from. You’re just fleeing, and God knows what could
happen to you if you’re caught. I much prefer to ready myself and face
whatever it is that challenges me. We’re talking completely physical,
It’s just a reaction for me. Fight or flight, 95%, easily, of the time,
I will choose fight. If, for instance, I am about to brush my teeth and
a large and imposing figure leaps out into the doorway with a roar, it
is pure instinct to drop my weight onto my back leg and raise my fist
tightly in preparation for a block and parry. Or if I’m packing away
gym equipment and something relatively large, suspiciously like a
soccerball, hits the tin roll-a-door, my reflexes are instantaneous,
crouching low and spinning around, guard up. I don’t get it. Why fight?
Why don’t I jump and shriek, and grab my racing heart? Always on the
ready, always prepared for battle, I don’t get it.