“You think because you have abs, you’re ready to box?” THUD. THUD. He hits me in the ribs, the kidney, right in the gut. My eyes water and my breath wheezes out, I’m dizzy and light-headed because I can’t draw a full breath. A punch to the jaw can shut off your brain, but bodywork takes the heart out of you. “You think because you can beat up a boy, you’re ready to face a man?”
