A DICK PIC MADE ME DO IT

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I fight because it feels damn good and, more importantly, because I can. But there is another, more sinister, reason I rock out on the daily. I took up boxing, in part, because of the Krav Maga trainer who sent me an unsolicited ‘dick-pic’...of someone else's penis. dick pic* 1. A picture of your dick. "Hey dude,… Continue reading A DICK PIC MADE ME DO IT

BABY’S FIRST HEADGEAR

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SIX WEEKS EARLIER  It is dawn when you decide to get in the ring and spar. There is no logic behind your decision. The urge arises as the beep of your alarm fades. You swing your feet over the edge of the bed and reach your arms overhead, trying to offset the soreness caused by too… Continue reading BABY’S FIRST HEADGEAR

ON SATURDAYS WE IMPROVISE

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As an expat, a self-designated nomad, I'm on the move a lot. Sometimes I jet-set for work. A couple times a year I head in the direction of True North (strong and free) for a homecoming. On occasion, I'll try to squash the travel bug within by taking off for somewhere I've never been. But… Continue reading ON SATURDAYS WE IMPROVISE

BLACK CAPRICORN DAYS

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Some days everything comes together. The stars align. A stranger offers his seat on the subway. The productivity meter hits 110% before noon. Things flow effortlessly when all is in balance. I hold pincha mayurasana with ease, or pound 10K of pavement in under an hour. After twenty rounds of aerobic exercise and strength training—sweat… Continue reading BLACK CAPRICORN DAYS

THREE MINUTES (IN THE SEVENTH CIRCLE OF HELL)

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Time gets slippery about a minute and a half in. The seconds drunkenly drift into each other until the only moment that matters is the continuous present. All background noise, the music and the grunting, the thudding and the yelling, decreases. It turns into a faint buzz that sits in the middle of my ear,… Continue reading THREE MINUTES (IN THE SEVENTH CIRCLE OF HELL)

WHY I FIGHT

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I'm such a late bloomer a friend recently told me I have a 'spirit plant' instead of 'spirit animal'. "You're a rare genus of orchid that blooms a handful of times a century. Found in heavily wooded or remote swampy areas, you're this tenacious, sculpted and delicate plant that takes years or decades to grow.… Continue reading WHY I FIGHT

SHOCK VALUE—THE POWER OF BLUE SHOES

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Electric blue, with white stripes and neon yellow trim—I can't help but squint every time I look at my feet. The colour is intense. I could have been more discreet I suppose, keeping the pageantry to a minimum and, like others at the gym, opted for shoes in classic, non-distracting hues. Basic blacks. Stonewall greys.… Continue reading SHOCK VALUE—THE POWER OF BLUE SHOES