Matthew
I hadn't expected Goldilocks to return, but she does, dressed in a different designer outfit each night and heading straight for the weights.
I'm impressed, but she's not welcome here. Despite reducing her makeup and outfits, she still looks like a princess, which is probably why half of these horn dogs can't think straight.
I concentrate on pounding one of the bags. I have a practice fight on Thursday, so I'm in beast mode between now and then. Or, at least, I should be. But every now and then, I cast a glance behind me to keep an eye on her. She doesn't seem to know what she's doing, but she does it anyway. I can't help but laugh.
At some point, one of the younger children decides to take a shot. I stop punching the bag and watch Auden walk across the gym with the biggest
