I’ve learned a couple of things the past few weeks. First: boxing can be very counterintuitive. Second: I really don’t want to be punched. On counterintuitiveness: it’s not the heavy punches that exhaust you but the light ones. When throwing a hard punch, you can always find muscle somewhere in your body to help propel your fist. […]

  Day 4 came 12/22. Day 5 was today. There’s a guy named Tom, tall and skinny as a string bean, looks like he’s in his late 40s. He stops in and coaches some of us. He hadn’t really participated in any of the workouts that I’ve been to until tonight. And then, it was only […]

It’s been two weeks since I boxed.

Since then I spent weekends in New Orleans and Ft. Lauderdale. Crammed 12 days of work into nine days, spent 16 hours commuting between Casper and Denver, spent 25 hours shuffling in airports or locked in Boeing 737s and took one incredibly long walk to a strange diner around 1 a.m. in Ft. Lauderdale.