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Finally, I realized Adam was being kind. He probably was taught not to hit a girl.  Phil realizing this said, “Adam, go work with Scott and Peter.” 

    Phil goes to the bin to get a pair of four ounce gloves.  Phil is going to spar with me.  Adam seeing this says, “Oh no.”

    Phil then sets up the timer. After he does, he gets a sip of water, and putting on a pair of four ounce gloves says, “Okay we’ll do three, five minute professional rounds.”  I look at Phil and wonder, ‘which way do I go?’

    Before I know it, as to my nature I move forward.  Knowing that you’re going to get hit and getting hit are two different things.  It is scarier to know you’re going to get hit than it is to get hit.  Getting hit is nothing.  It’s the fear leading up to it.

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