Fighter 5/8/07

Tuesday, May 08, 2007

Her fist connects with the vinyl of the padded bag, the sweat and tears pour down her face. She "dances" around the apparatus. Right cross, left jab, right kick, left kick. With each solid hit, she feels stronger, the frustrations that led her to this place seem further and further away.

The "guys" laughed at her when she first started, they made fun of her extra weight and the fact that her hair and makeup were still on as she began to work out.
After the second week, they stopped laughing.

Gone were the makeup from the face and the style to the hair. In their places were sweat and toil. She would teach"them" she thought. She would teach "him".
She would become strong.

With each hit and each punch and each kick she gains strength, confidence and peace. She is getting stronger, and each time she thinks she can't hit harder or she can't kick higher, she does.
With every tear that falls, she hits harder and she kicks with more strength.

Maybe someday she won't feel the need to any more, but today, she will because she isn't quite strong enough, just yet.