Granite Grit (Fighting's in the Blood #1)
“Blasting some Guns ‘N’ Roses from my iPhone speaker. I did the usual warm-up of ten minutes on the rope. Wrapped my hands good and tight with faded-out yellow wraps. Placing the gloves on, then turning the stereo up, ‘Welcome to the Jungle’ echoing out my shed.
Beginning my bag-work, memories of Mom still fresh in my head. The longer I shuffled round the bag, the more the past started pouring out.
Working with the timer today, three minute rounds with a minute break. My bag work agg...ressive, engrossed in imagining Skinner lying on the ground, cock-eyed and fucked up.
After four or five rounds I ditched the gloves, hitting the bag with only wraps on, feeling the need to toughen the fists. I banged away for the next few rounds, tearing my knuckles apart with the rawness of the soft leather. My brain didn't register.
Three rounds later, my knuckles torn and bloodied. Pounding the bag like a man possessed.MoreLess
Beginning my bag-work, memories of Mom still fresh in my head. The longer I shuffled round the bag, the more the past started pouring out.
Working with the timer today, three minute rounds with a minute break. My bag work agg...ressive, engrossed in imagining Skinner lying on the ground, cock-eyed and fucked up.
After four or five rounds I ditched the gloves, hitting the bag with only wraps on, feeling the need to toughen the fists. I banged away for the next few rounds, tearing my knuckles apart with the rawness of the soft leather. My brain didn't register.
Three rounds later, my knuckles torn and bloodied. Pounding the bag like a man possessed.MoreLess
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