Cleared out the garage this afternoon (o the joys of being an independent writer), and managed to move the rubbish that had gathered around the punchbag.
I took the rubbish to the tip. Then I drove home, parked the car, and went back into the garage.
Then I hit the bag.
I can’t quite express the feeling of landing a straight one-two combo on a punchbag after almost eighteen months off (due to the knee injury). Except that it felt wonderful. Someone once said that you can’t understand golf until the first time you hit the ball just right, then you understand, then you’re hooked.
And those first few punches were sweet. They landed good. I was back in. I’m already thinking of another match.