WE ARE NOT MADE OF GLASS

we are not made of glass

Aside from the dick-pic debacle, I took on boxing to compliment my running game and yoga practice. But another reason involved a riotous 2016 where I fractured into a thousand little pieces. After a year of existing as a glistening storm of jagged and brittle fragments, I longed to put myself back together. I am made… Continue reading WE ARE NOT MADE OF GLASS

INSIDE PANDORA’S BOX

thoughts on sparring with headgear

Pandora's Box is open. This post is a narrative summary of my first (real) nine minutes in the ring. Coach has a way of tricking you into things. He does it all the time, luring in his charges by playing off some ridiculously, intense exercise as a modified workout. Or by slapping a nonchalant look… Continue reading INSIDE PANDORA’S BOX