In kickboxing, you also learn that the greatest art is the art of evasion. When I was planning my wedding, I found it almost impossible not to take everything personally. I spent hours each day fielding comments about everything from my weight and the time of the reception to the seating arrangements and the menu.
"Bob and weave, girl. Bob and weave," I started telling myself when the phone calls came fast and furious. I began to picture myself in kickboxing class, how I had learned to use my knees, to keep my guard up, to slither like a snake between punches.
