I didn't expect very many to show up at the gym Wednesday night. Attendance is always way down the week between Christmas and New Year's Day. Outside of Alan, only Andre and I were in the gym.
Alan decided to work with Andre and I on our punches by using the punch shield, or donut, as it's sometimes nicknames. Andre threw what seemed to be a lot of hard punches into the shield. He told Alan and I that he has a push up bar at home, and he's started to use it.
When I was in the ring with Alan, my balance was off, and my reactions were slow. But my hands were up. Good thing, too, because Alan reached his hand out to tap me on the side of my face, and I covered up before impact. I threw several jabs to the middle of the shield, and Alan moved it as I threw the last one. It caught him a little on the chin. I cringed. "It's okay," he said, and we continued.