By week 4, I found a groove. Muscles tightened throughout my body, my jeans fit again, and I felt like a Green Beret everywhere I went. By week 5, I was landing my punches and I had beaten up every doctor, every symptom, and much of the trauma. Cutting each tie to the past, I experienced a freedom to move fully into this present moment and feel alive. Our instructors reiterated that each combination of punches and kicks, while at times complicated and confusing, could be accomplished if I completed one at a time. I have extrapolated this philosophy and many others from kickboxing into my life in the real world without gloves.