I don’t like boxing.
While there are those who defend the sport as the ultimate test of one man’s strength, fortitude and endurance against another, all I see is a couple of guys beating each other to a pulp.
But I understand the heart of a fighter.
I know what it feels like to be down but refuse to stay down. I’ve lifted myself up and stumbled back into the center of the ring waiting for the next punch to land.
I’ve waved off the good advice of those in my own corner who say, “Take a breather. Rest a little. Sit awhile.”
But I’m throwing in the towel.
Not for good.
Just for today.
There’s been so much going on lately that I think I’m finally down for the count.
I don’t care that summer days mean sunshine until eight. I don’t care that I haven’t managed to complete half my list.
I’m going to bed, curling up with a good book and reading until I fall asleep.
I hope I don’t wake until sunrise.