Okay, so yeah. It’s a shiner. And my nose kinda got in the way of a southpaw’s straight left, too.
I did five rounds last night but wasn’t on my mental game, which seemed to glue my feet to the canvas. I could see lots of punches coming, but it was like one train seeing another train coming head-on down the exact same track and being utterly powerless to unshackle those iron wheels and get the hell out. The best I could do was barrel foward and hope that I could take more impact than the other could. There was damage involved.
I was hungry and contemplative after I showered and got back on the road home, so I detoured into Wendy’s for a small fries — a treat I would otherwise never touch. It was 10 pm, and the flourescents were not kind. The hispanic woman taking my order looked everywhere except at my face, and after I sat down, the only person in the place, I caught her gazing at me thoughtfully. Later the lineman glanced out as well, but when he started to comment she shushed him and pushed him back out of sight. It took me a bit to figure out what was happening.
Given my state I felt like I held up well both in the ring and out of it, and today I have a sense of being just a little closer to the mental situation I need to get into before I hit the ring again. I’m scheduled to be in tomorrow, but I’m not wanting to take certain punches just now. We’ll see.