I Am a Punching Bag.
I weigh 200 pounds, I am six feet tall, and I’m going to laugh at you as you punch and kick me. I will not move, but you will not quit.
I sit, silently watching you do pushups next to me. I feel your legs clutching at me as you do sit-ups. I can smell the slightly acrid smell of your sweat, rich with adrenaline as the class pushes you further than you thought possible.
I hear the instructor barking out combos, 1-2-1-1-3-2. I see the apprehension pass fleetingly over your face as you try to remember the punches that those numbers mean and the look of satisfaction as it comes to you. I feel your blows, but they don’t faze me.
Every day, I watch you come and sweat. I see your pain. I see your struggle.
But I also see your triumphs.
Your Victories.
The way your face becomes tranquil […]

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