Gemotions

I laced up my boxing gloves, a familiar ritual that always filled me with a sense of focus. I loved the structure, the choreography, the power. My coach, Mr. Henderson, clapped me on the shoulder. "Okay, Jake, we're putting you up a weight class and switching you to southpaw." A wave of heat flushed through me, a mixture of surprise and... something else. He started talking about strategy, and suddenly, the world seemed to tilt on its axis, a new and exciting perspective opening up before me. I cracked my knuckles, a grin spreading across my face.