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
Woohoo!
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Congrats on doing NaBloPoMo! I think about it every year, but you DID it! Good for you!!!!!
ReplyDeleteThank you, thank you! [she bows] Congrats to Leighann, as well. I must say I've lost a little steam on the whole blogging thing since then, feeling that I may have produced all of my life's output last month. Then again, it's the second day of December, and an ides will surely hit by evening.
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