…use the right gloves on the heavy bag, not your Nike lifting gloves. you know, the ones that you never lift with?
There’s a lesson somewhere here, I know it. Don’t put the cart before the horse. Don’t let your enthusiasm get in the way of caution–or logic, for that matter. Don’t smash your knuckles between two competing pieces of vinyl.
No, I don’t think it’s any of these. I think today’s lesson is that when life gives you bloody knuckles, you learn how to kick. For example, since my Macbook has been stolen, I’m incapable of creating killer featured images on my relic of a laptop. Solution? Take bloody pictures.
Boxing. What a cool sport. I’ve never particularly cared for watching the matches, but they are the greatest guy movies. Forget Rudy, Braveheart, The Hangover… no. Give me this guy in my corner everyday of my life:
And I will never fail at anything. It’s debate time… Best boxing movie of all time? Rocky, The Fighter, Diggstown? Nope. Not for me. Cinderella Man makes me, a grown over-sensitive sports lover, choke up ever damn time.
What’s your fave?