One, two, three, jab! With a swiftness, my leg lifted, kicking into the air. I repeated these moves constantly, my mind lost in swift movements that I made towards the presentless foe that I was attacking.
The more that I practice self-training, the angrier I started to become. At first, I didn't even know why I was angry; but after what felt like an endless bout of kicking and jabbing, I finally realized why. I was angry with myself...for not having done this before this moment.
There was a relief in self-training...self-discipline. It was a much-needed release that I needed. And somehow, I managed to forget that this was my peace.
I dropped to the floor and started on my one-arm push-ups, my gaze straight forward as I took in a breath with every single lift that I did.
It was when
