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
I find this oddly soothing.
ReplyDeleteThat's why I've been trying to convince Theo to let me put the flower above the kitchen sink--I'm sort of addicted.
ReplyDeleteOh, hi! I finally got the whole Google+ linked to Blogger thing happening, so I can possibly be less of lurker here. It was a pain to post or comment before. Maybe easier now. Who knows. We'll see. Anyway, just wanted to let you know I'm still out here--cute video!--and even occasionally reading.
ReplyDeleteOh, good! I noticed they streamlined the commenting--even for me. And just so you know, your blog doesn't help its readers either--I've tried multiple times to get email notifications of your (and other WordPress users') posts, and it just won't. Glad you figured out Google+, which is a mystery to me. And glad to see you on facebook, too.
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