Only five minutes into boxing and I felt great. It's just the getting there. It's the devil on the shoulder whispering incessantly about better things to do, now it's too late, maybe tomorrow, it's too long a walk to get there (a block away).
At boxing there's this peculiar thing about the raw, sweaty testosterone wafting loosely from every man there. It's always slightly intimidating and also very magnetic.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
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