The post sparring picture -- us proudly representing our club tank tops and looking all bright eyed and bushy tailed on a chilly Friday morning while the rest of the city sleeps.
The immediate post sparring picture -- us all super sweaty but super smiley from not only kicking each other's butt with the 12 gruelling rounds but pushing ourselves to our limits.
The post, post sparring picture -- us after the head gear and equipment has come off, the adrenalin has started to wear off, and the hunger pains for a hard earned breakfast start to kick it. It was at this moment I realized I had a mouth full of blood. I had chomped down too hard on my mouth guard and in doing so I cut the heck out of the inside of my mouth. Tasted it from about round 8 on.
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