Wednesday, 3 October 2012
Tuesday, 2 October 2012
I'm stronger than I look
I met a girl, her name is Pearl.
I'm a man who can admit when I'm punching above my weight and a few days ago I stepped I gingerly pushed open the ropes and stepped into the ring against my very own Mike Tyson. We touched gloves, my new fresh leather crumpling lifelessly beneath the weight of his battle-hardened, blood-stained weapons. The bell rang and a wave of fear washed over me.
What am I doing here and why did I agree to this. My vision blurs as step forward. I am numb with terror, oblivious to the world around me and utterly lost as to my next move. I wait for the hammer to fall but it doesn't come. I step forward and clumsily extend an arm to Mike's enormous chin, connecting with anaemic force. Buoyed by this apparent success I land another shot on an implacable jaw then step back. The terror I felt fades for a moment then pours back again, what have I done?
Colour drains from my vision and I lock eyes with the beast across the ring. A bell sounds, I stumble backwards and sit down. My shoulders drop, eyes roll back and I fade into unconsciousness.
I probably won't win this fight. I probably won't win the next one either but I took this round and I'm still in the ring. I'm still a fighter for now.
I'm a man who can admit when I'm punching above my weight and a few days ago I stepped I gingerly pushed open the ropes and stepped into the ring against my very own Mike Tyson. We touched gloves, my new fresh leather crumpling lifelessly beneath the weight of his battle-hardened, blood-stained weapons. The bell rang and a wave of fear washed over me.
What am I doing here and why did I agree to this. My vision blurs as step forward. I am numb with terror, oblivious to the world around me and utterly lost as to my next move. I wait for the hammer to fall but it doesn't come. I step forward and clumsily extend an arm to Mike's enormous chin, connecting with anaemic force. Buoyed by this apparent success I land another shot on an implacable jaw then step back. The terror I felt fades for a moment then pours back again, what have I done?
Colour drains from my vision and I lock eyes with the beast across the ring. A bell sounds, I stumble backwards and sit down. My shoulders drop, eyes roll back and I fade into unconsciousness.
I probably won't win this fight. I probably won't win the next one either but I took this round and I'm still in the ring. I'm still a fighter for now.
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