Just thought I'd let you know. Can't cry during my workout, but...ouchy! My fellow boxing student couldn't make practice today, so it was me and the Rev. I hit some good punches. Muttering nasty things about people I dislike helped a lot. And realizing that I'm ambidextrous when I box helped, too. It shows up in strange places. Do you think that explains my inability to remember left from right without thinking about it (really hard)? Damn, I got a good hook. Left or right. Gotta work on that upper cut, now.
I'm off to a hot shower. These bones are getting old. I'm proud of the bruise on my left knuckle (call me quaint, biatch) and the scrapes on both hands (take that, smirking student). I can't wait for next Monday.
Neal countdown: 65 hours. Woohoo!