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I've always been my harshest critic, taking things on like a zealot and sometimes getting frustrated when I stall mid-process. The self-flagellation stems from a lifetime of working harder, faster, more than asked or required. Boxing has been no exception, though one big difference is that it can be a rather isolated and lonely sport. There… Continue reading BUILDING BRIDGES (ON BOXING AND YOGA)
You shall leave everything you love most dearly: this is the arrow that the bow of exile shoots first. You are to know the bitter taste of others' bread, how salt it is, and know how hard a path it is for one who goes descending and ascending others' stairs. —Dante Alighieri, The Divine Comedy:… Continue reading NINE MINUTES IN THE FIFTH SPHERE (LIFE ON MARS)
I worked at Champs Sports during high school, when being 'too much' or 'not enough' was a thing. When we, as young people, tested learned ideas on each other. We gleefully recycled socialized fallacies about men and women. Notions that were outdated, ignorant, and cutting. Volleyball was my religion at the time. I also ran track and… Continue reading TOO MUCH/NOT ENOUGH
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
NOT MADE OF GLASS 