The Kick Boxer
The instructor was young, slight and shy, refusing to look anyone in the face, but when presented with a punch bag did not hesitate in beating the hell out of it. I had to hold it in front of my face and everytime he hit it I was forced two or three steps backwards.
Then it was our turn. I soon got into a rhythm - left punch, right punch, left hook, calf-kick and then knee. It was fun and energetic and I shall be doing it again. However I don't think the muggers of Chester have anything too much to be worried about just yet.