Someone asked me, "how did you get into Karate?" First of all, I've technically never done 'Karate'- the Japanese form of 'empty hand' that involves basically being able to take and give huge hits. Secondly, I've always been interested. I've had childish glee watching those amazing athletes perform complex and often dangerous feats of strength speed and flexibility. I fascinated by the importance of subtle technique hidden behind massive power. The focus on self discipline, compassion for others, and friendly competition. The philosophy of continuous improvement. So I did what everyone should do when so enamored with anything. I did the thing. I became a martial artist. I'm not as good as those who practice all day, though it would be a dream of mine. To me, that's not the point. I fell in love with something, and have followed it through my life. Today, I know I can hold my own in a fight. I'm physically stronger, and tougher, then most people I know. I'm a bit overweight, but no one notices because if how I can move. But most importantly, I have something in my life I am proud of. I cannot stress how much this has helped me. So if you fall in love with something, research it. If you still love it, try it. If you still love it, do it. You won't regret it, unless it's illegal.