Punch. Cross jab. Sidekick. Repeat. Breathe.
I reminded myself to keep breathing with every strike and combo. Sweat was beading down my eyebrows but I kept going. I finished it off with a quick jab, cross jab and roundhouse kick. It gave a satisfying swing back.
I grabbed my towel and started towelling down my face calling it a day. I crossed the gym, not expecting to run into Adam. He was a bit self-absorb and not realizing that his ignorance is costing him and my dad a lot. He’s got skill but his bad attitude is going to ruin it for him. I gave a quick, curt apology not wanting to humour him but his friends surrounded me and caged me in like I was some animal. “Move,” I told the guy standing in front of me. He only gave me a smug grin. I closed my eyes and let out a slow, long breath a
