Hold it now, hit it

We finally had another punching day yesterday and it was fantastic! I'm not sure our fellow boxers want to be outed here, so I'll let them chime in if they choose. But I wanted to mention that one of them has been practicing enough that I got to spar with her (I've only ever gotten to spar with mckitterick and that's fun and all, but it's also kind of a drag because he's really fast and strong and experienced and has gorilla-long arms so I very rarely land a punch and only manage a decent block half the time) and it was a blast. I have a glorious bruise on my left outer wrist from blocking, right below the wrap of my glove, and I can't wait until it gets dark enough that I can photograph it to show it off to y'all. Right now it's just a sort of boring pinkish brown.

Next goal: a black eye.

My only advantage in a fight/sparring play is lack of fear. I'm slow, I don't (yet) have the muscle memory for combos, and let's not even talk about my pathetic kicks (right now I only try them on the bag with the emphasis on "try"). But I'm not afraid to get hit or hurt. mckitterick would like to add that I'm also mean.