Wild Card Boxing Club

I went to the club a little later when they have boxers in the ring going rounds. I saw a female fight. One of them had the best smile, she's a force. Incredible. I'd love to fight her. She'd pummel me. One of the trainers asked if I wanted to do a round, he was either messing with me or overestimating me. By a lot. Those women have been doing it for 3 yrs, myself, 2 mo.

What I love about Manny Pacquaio is in his fight against Patton, he had a big, beaming smile on his face. For the biggest fights of our life, it pays to pack a smile. What is life worth otherwise?

xo mo

Living in Hallways

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.