I shall be fighting a heavy bag in precisely one hour. It only took me nine days to follow through.
It will be the first time wrapping my hands and putting on boxing gloves. Not the first time throwing a punch. And definitely not the first time visualizing how good I imagine it feels wearing that gear.
I’m a little uneasy about it, though. It’s not because I doubt whether I can physically handle it; I know my body has me. And it’s not about being a beginner, either. I like a beginner’s mind. But… a different kind of uneasiness, one I can’t pinpoint. I think from the part of me that would rather spend a Saturday morning doing the familiar active things I love—running, rowing, yoga, or lifting weights.
Maybe it’s threshold energy, a fear that flirts with transformation?
Maybe I’m making it bigger than it is.
You know when your body already knows something is happening, but your mind keeps checking the clock like, “Is it too late to crawl back into safety?”
I’m ready to send a text that says, “I’m going to have to cancel today. I’m planning on attending the Hands Off! protest downtown.”
Not entirely a complete lie. The thing is, I have more than enough time to box and go to the protest.
And what better way to prepare?
(Daily Writing 030)
Thoughts?