Remember a few weeks ago when I was quitting boxing?
I'm moving up to level five. As soon as I heard that, all the bitterness and resentment disappeared. It started to be fun again.
This week, I got a plaque for finishing level four and a trophy for showing up for five years. It was a really good class - so insanely hard that at times I wasn't sure I'd be able to lift my arms again.
And now I'm registered for the next session - even though the only available class is on Saturdays.
I still have the weekend ahead of me
8 hours ago