As he parked his bike inside the gym building, he saw many ladies from yesterday. They smiled and some waved at him. As he was in their class, he waved back at them.
Locking the bike, he walked ahead and entered the class. The time was 06:58 AM, and Josefina was not here yet. Max went to the corner, picked up a pair of gloves, and wrapped the straps tight around his wrists. Then he stood in front of the sandbag, adjusting his stance and rolling his shoulders loose.
He raised both hands calmly, left foot forward, right foot back, knees slightly bent, his weight balanced on the balls of his feet, memories flowing naturally inside his head, Tom Aspinall's experience guiding him, how to rotate the hips, how to shift weight, how to let the whole body drive the punch instead of just the arm.
*ZWWOPP* *THANG*
