*Beep, beep, beep, beep.*
Urgh, another cold ass morning in our nation's capital. Wait, is it snowing outside? I see snow! Maybe I don’t have to go to work. Where is my phone?
Let see... Office of Personnel Management website says… we still have to work, fuck! I hate driving my stupid sports car in the snow, I used to laugh at all the douchebags with their fancy sports car stuck on the side of the road when there is snow. Now I am one of them. Is it mid-life crisis if I am only thirty-one?
This weather makes every part of my body hurts. The scar tissues on my back is tingly, I can’t bend my crooked fingers, and my knee feels like a nuclear bomb has went off in there.
I guess I have to get out of bed, out of this warm, comfortable, wonderful bed. Seriously, getting up in the morning is the worst part of my day, everyday.
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No, I was wrong.
Working out every morning is the worst part of my day. I finally got cleared for physical activities a month ago, so I am trying to get back into my old routine before the incident.
“Lets go, Phil! One more combo!”
I love the sound it makes when my fist makes contact with the pad.
Left, left, right, left, right.
*Pak, pak, pak, pak, pak!*
“Another one, Phil, let’s go!”
Left, right, left, right, left.
*Pak, pak, pak, pak, pak!*
“Nice! Good work. You are getting there, I am starting see some of the old Phil back. Here, have some water and take a break. How is the knee holding up?”
Delicious water…
“Thanks, Issac. The knee feels good. Usually sore the next day, but nothing too bad. I do feel like I am starting to get some of my rhythm back.”
Issac is my trainer and my former sparring partner. He used to be a UFC fighter until he joined the military and became a Navy SEAL. So, to sum it up, he is a professional ass kicker.
“Yeah? You think you want to go a few rounds? Get you back in that rhythm.”
Hmm… my knee does feel pretty good today. Maybe I can push it a little.
“Alright, lets do it. Take it on easy on me, okay? I am old and fat.”
“Haha, that’s the Phil I know! Always trying to play head games. Come on, lets do it.”
Hands up, guards up. Keep moving, in and out, look for an opening. Issac is built like a tank. He is one of those guys who is so muscular you wonder if he is even going to feel your punches.
Threat, incoming right straight. Left hand, block.
Threat, right uppercut, sway back.
Counter, left jab, blocked, right cross, blocked.
Threat, incoming knee takedown, sprawl.
*Bam!*
I have side control. Breath, breath, leverage with lower back. Threat, right side transition, counter, nope, Issac is too strong. He is free.
Get up, hands up, guards up. Keep moving.
Threat, incoming left jab, block.
Threat, incoming right hook, sway back, ow! Knee, buckled! Stumbling, must regain balance…
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Phil, You Are So F**KED
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