Tarrador rising...
15 minutes of straight punching and hitting, with all the energy I can muster. Until my knuckles bleed. Physical evidence of my internal bleeding. Sometimes it has a calming effect as I go through the frustating dilemnas of the day, seeing and feeling the bruises and torn skin. It can also have a distracting effect, and since my day started at 3am and then went straight to 10:30pm, I need a little focused distraction.

