What's Happening In My Head While Someone's Hitting It
Thoughts While Sparring For the First Time --Hey. HEY! --Oh yeah? Oh yeah? --I can take that. No problem. Come at me again. --She's street fighting. This isn't pretty. --I WANT to LAND a solid RIGHT. Get your FREAKIN gloves out the WAY. Lemme try again. --Her head snapped back. THAT'S what I'm talking about. Wait: should I feel bad about that? Her mother is watching. I'm hitting this woman's daughter. --Actually, I don't feel bad at all. --She's tired. She's MINE. Thoughts Later In the Night After Sparring For the First Time --My jaw hurts. --Holy Sh*t I was boxing. --Why isn't this tylenol kicking in? --Why does my head still hurt? --What is this bruise on my chest? --Holy Sh*t I'm 40 and I was BOXING. --What did any of that training have to do with someone standing there trying to hit me? --Must learn more defense before I do that again. --Will you do this again? --Yeah, sure; a little more defense first, though. --But my head. It hurts. Ow
And does this mean that the cockroaches are now on holiday in a strange, faraway part of the house?
ReplyDeleteIs it even worse: have the cockroaches developed supercockroach strength (gaining tips from your own weightlifting work, of course) and pushed the lid off?
Hoping for good news.
It means that (a) trying to instill a sense of responsibility in your 6-year-old son does not ensure that the job will be done right, and (b) the cockroaches are so oft ignored--except when being photographed--they never thought to escape. Both are hiding happily together in their paper towel roll.
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