Evangelina and I sparred. I was thinking that it was going to be a good sparring session as it usually is with her. She immediately went hunting for my head and connected. I had no answer the first couple of times she clocked me. I thought all I had to do was regroup and get back in the game. Alan kept telling me to "pop the jab" and go for her mid-section. I heard him, but I couldn't make it work.
Evangelina successfully kept up her campaign against my noggin. I was backed up into the corners, and against the ropes. A few times, I turned my back, which is never a good idea. "Are you okay?" Alan asked. "Yeah," I lied, as I backed away from Evangelina to get air and stave off a wave of nausea. Stubbornly, I put my hands up, ready to go back into battle. Evangelina's punches were harder than usual. I attempted to move my head, but didn't get far. It was as if a general called out "Incoming!", and I was the one dumb soldier in the clearing who thought my knife was going to work against a missile.
The bell did ring finally, and I was hanging over the ropes. "I don't know what happened. I feel off," I told Alan. "That's it, you're done, come out," he said, pulling off my sparring gloves. Later he told me what I already knew. I got foggy because of taking too many hits to my head. It happened before while I was sparring with Chloe a few months ago. It also was the case when I was fighting with Meg the second time at Brooks Park. Once an opponent keeps consistently targeting my head -- and I become extremely ineffective in protecting it -- then they've won the contest.
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