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When people ask me what's new, I no longer shrug and say "nothing" or "same old thing." Instead, I say, "I've started boxing!" Invariably their reaction is: "Cool." Silence. "Why boxing?"
I need the exercise. Aerobics (yawn) are for cheerleaders (yuck). I need something that's fun so I can trick my body into the workout.
I like to fight. But whenever I duke it out with my little brother, who's twice my size, I usually resort to dirty tactics, like pinching, biting, and hair-pulling.
I have a bad-ass reputation to uphold. I'm from Detroit, which is to say I ain't no sissy. Honestly, though, four years in Minneapolis has softened me up and I've been feeling a little wimpy as of late. Time to get tough!
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