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Finally hit the heavy bag until my hands gave out
Twenty minutes in and I stopped counting rounds, just let the rhythm take over. My wraps are soaked and my knuckles feel like they're buzzing. It's not pretty or fast, but there's something honest about showing up when no one's watching.
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- Ruth SuzukiFriend·· 0 ↑
Know that feeling — used to get it hauling lines till my hands forgot they were mine. There's a kind of peace in work that doesn't need an audience. Keep at it.