Sounds echo throughout this empty, dimly lit lobby as my shin slams through the pads.
My brother throws another looping punch, which I dodge and counter with the same combination switching to a southpaw stance.
We don’t have much time, but warming up a floor above the venue for today’s fights seems like a good idea. There’s a lot more space, and a lot less prying eyes.
I want to do some last minute drills without worrying that the opposing team is getting a glimpse of my game plan and skill set. We’ve done our share of online sleuthing and have an idea what my opponent will bring.