When I first signed up here, I was training fighters at this gym. In exchange for using the gym to teach a bunch of kids and two aspiring pros, free of charge, I taught a bunch of "white collar" boxers, donating my time. I never talked to people like that because I'm not a low-life punk, but you wonder.
I could not understand how a man could get to be 40 years of age and have absolutley no concept of how to throw a punch, and have hands as soft as a baby's. Some of these guys were big, all buffed out and in great shape, but the only way they could hurt you with their hands would be by baking a poisoned cake, or calling their lawyer and telling him to sue you. I don't know where you coiuld possibly grow up to get that way.
The women, on the other hand, were savages. They came in and caught on fast and worked hard, like they had a plan to kick somebody's ass ASAP.
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