Fist fighting?? At our age?

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I'm going on 28 years old and it's been at least 8 years (since before I became a mom) that I've gotten into a fist fight...when I was younger I fought ALL the time...I was a wild child in high school. I was a brawler, I was the girl that your mom warned you about, I used to carry brass knuckles and vaseline to grease up my face before a fight, etc. I was crazy...and then I met my husband. I turned into Mary freaking Poppins once I became a wife and mother. I'm a completely different person now, and I hate that I let someone take me back there. Until an hour ago, I hadn't been in a fight since I was about 19 or so. I feel like such an idiot. This is a classic case of people taking your kindness for weakness and I lost it. My husband's "baby momma" came over here looking for him. Her and I already don't get along that great. We've had our share of words and insult exchanges over the years, but tonight was the straw that broke the camel's back. She came over here looking for him and he's not home. She said she's been trying to call him for hours. I told her that he probably just doesn't want to talk to her and he's not answering his phone. She asked where the kids were (their 2 that we have custody of and our 2). I told her they were at my mom's for the weekend, like they are every other weekend. She started getting belligerent at the door and I told her that if she wanted to see the kids this weekend, all she had to do was call. This isn't her weekend, so we had no way to know that she was just going to show up at the door looking for them. So she kept yelling and acting stupid, so I told her to go home and shut the door in her face. She stood outside and rang the doorbell over and over and over for at least 3 minutes. I went back down and told her if she didn't get the hell off of my door step that I was going to call the police. Then she started demanding to see the kids and saying that she knew that my husband was home and we were trying to keep her from the kids. I just said "whatever" and started to close the door again. When I did, she caught it with her foot and kicked it back and it hit me in the face and then she took a swing at me and I lost it. I grabbed her collar and slammed her against the porch rail and told her I'm not that chick. She took another swing at me and from there we went at it. Once I knew that I had the upper hand and that she'd had enough, I stopped. She threatened to call the police and I just kept telling her that I've told her time and again that I'm not the one. This is the first time in years that I've lost my temper like that. But I grew up in NY. I have 4 brothers and all boy cousins. I learned how to fight dirty a long time ago. She underestimated her opponent and she paid the price for that. I've told her time and again not to go there with me. All the threats she's ever made, she's never acted on them. And the one time that she did, it went there. On one hand I feel stupid because fighting is ridiculous. We don't even live in that type of neighborhood where people are outside acting crazy or fighting. But on the other hand I feel like she asked for it. I called my husband and told him what happened and all he said was, "Good. It's about time. She had it coming". But I still feel like a fool. I hate the person that I used to be and I don't ever want to go back there and I swore I would never let any immature little girl take me back there, but she did. {{Shaking my head}}