Monday, April 09, 2007

F*%^ You Cancer
It's been a while since I've taken a kickboxing class. So I forgot how cathartic (and exhausting) they are. Every time I take one I envision cancer as a horrible monster in front of me and aim all my kicks and punches in his direction. I think of him as looking like one of those boogey-men from "March of the Wooden Soldiers." I hit and punch and kick and show no mercy. Then I always feel better when I'm done. Refreshed and renewed.

1 comment:

Kerry said...

You have been tagged!