Face… Guard your face… Keep your arms up… You don’t need to protect your titties. You need to protect your face!
Today was my third boxing lesson. My trainer won’t let me get away with anything. I got hit upside the head with his punch mitt at least 10 times. The first time my glasses got knocked sideways. I tried in vain to readjust them using my boxing gloves until my trainer started laughing and put them back in place.
“You can’t fight in glasses. I’m not going to put them back on your face again.”
Ugh. Now I have to get contacts. I hate touching my eyes. But I do want to fight.
I go through periods where I try physical fitness. I’ve never been very athletic. Neither have my brother and sister. I worry that this has always been a minor source of disappointment to my father. He was an All American football player in college and held the state record in shot-put for 40 years. I asked him about this a few nights ago. His reply was, “well, your brother was pretty good at hacky sack…” We both started laughing.
