The boxer

June 18, 2010

The whole experience left no physical marks, but I felt like a boxer after a fight, swollen-eyed and raw-fisted. The rounds, all of which seemed to last so much longer than three minutes, were nothing but deflected body blows, gloves held in front of my face, side-to-side glances in search of an unseen exit.

I knew I’d return to the ring time and again, chasing the title that has always eluded me. But at that moment, I most needed water, bandages, liniment, and the locker room’s cool floor.

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