So, this morning I wake up early and I'm feeling good. I'm feeling positive. Thanks for that btw. I got to the gym and worked the bag for awhile and even I can see that my form and stance are getting much better, so I start feeling cocky. This older gent comes over and and asks if I'd like to go a few rounds. He's polite, well-spoken, and quite cut, but definitely closer to 60 than 50. Inside me own head, I say that I'm not going to embarass this nice man in front of the other patrons.
Right.
Dani, he handed me a serious whoopin'. From the sound of the first bell, I knew I was in for it. As it turns out, Carl was a Marine, some kind of badass in the special Special Forces. I didn't stand a chance. Lol.