…gloves.
Thursday started splendidly, and before long I had covered my dear friend mooneyman in broken glass. The rear windshield of the Hyundai did it’s safety thing and erupted into a hundred thousand pieces as I tried to relieve it of its tired position. Pretty soon, our skins were awash with sunscreen and shards of glass – we glittered and sparkled under the Texas sun like so much sandpaper. Dave left after some further elephant fabrication (we’re turning a Hyundai into an elephant btw), and I washed away the pointiest shards of glass and headed off to do some sparring.
The last exchange I had with Bruce as I left the gym after some pretty vigorous sparring was,
“Aspirin or ibuprofen?”
“Ibuprofen. You’re getting used to it.”
“We’ll see tomorrow.”
I don’t bruise particularly easily, so my eye is only a little black, and the ibuprofen seems to be working its magic right now on the rest of my mistakes. I can’t believe I managed to break my thumbnail with one disasterous punch, and get punched in the eyeball after missing with another. I mean actually in the eyeball – not the lid – all leather scratching the outer surface of my eye.
I’m happy. Happy with Life+.
Hooray. It’s the new “yay”.