Overheard at the boxing gym today, coach to a newcomer who was struggling to get good power in his left jab:
“Don’t reach in man, step in. You got nothin’ if you just reachin’.”
Overheard at the boxing gym today, coach to a newcomer who was struggling to get good power in his left jab:
“Don’t reach in man, step in. You got nothin’ if you just reachin’.”
Flying. Flying; it kindles the imagination, defies lots of things (gravity, namely; but also some common sense), and really captures some part of human nature, doesn’t it? I know I’m not the only one who’s had flying dreams. Even in reality, in a giant plane (I haven’t done skydiving or hangliding yet) where I have essentially no control, in that moment when the plane lifts off and the ground falls away, I cannot help but grin a silly little grin.