New York Mag -
1 May 2015 20:01

I've been jab, jab, weave-weaving for a solid 30 minutes. My arms are so exhausted I can barely protect my face. There's sweat dripping into my eyes and pooling up into my boxing gloves. My feet are dragging and I stumble as I'm circling my opponent. Meanwhile, she's bouncing back ... More
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