53-Valkyrie’s View: A Year Among the Stars
February 22nd, 2552 Boxing as Therapy
Shuttle pilot/Lab Rat/mechanic’s apprentice – Katherine ‘Kat’ James Reporting
I realize it was probably part of the investigation, but Tower was in the gym when I got there. I haven’t really done any training since the last time I needed this particular form of therapy, but he and several of the other Einherjar were there taking turns sparing in the ring.
I had planned on just working with the heavy and speed bags, but before I could say or do anything I found myself gloved up and in the ring.
It was about the third time that Tower reminded me to keep my hands up, that I found myself eating canvas. He’s not one for talking, our Sgt Carlyle. His lessons were simple and straight forward – when my guard went too low, he’d tap me in the head protector with increasing force.
I have to admit, you learn faster that way— at least until he knocks you loopy.
After some smelling salts and another round he asked, “Feeling better?”
He wasn’t talking about being knocked down, no, this was all about getting back up and getting on with living. I thought about that for a bit before I answered.
“There’s no place I’d rather be.”
He rewarded me with a smile, a nod, and a cryptic “Thought so.”
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