On Saturday morning I cycled to the gym, but on my way made a detour to the local boxing club. I’m not sure what compelled me to, but something was pulling me there.
I’m not a stranger to boxing. My Dad was fanatical about the sport and would often spar with me from a young age, feinting jabs with accurate precision. I would stay up late watching iconic …
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