Joe had had a rough and nerve-racking couple of days. His first instinct after all the things he’d been through was to find a bottle of whiskey and to retreat from existence as most people knew it for some time. He had finally made a saner decision and decided to go down to the gym instead to blow off some steam. He had been working on the speed trainer for some time now banging away at the bag quick to keep it going.

Finally, after this he pulled off his shirt and went to his bag and took out a cloth to wipe his now sweaty brow. He moved then to the heavy body bag. He started to hammer into the bag using a combination of his fists and kicks. He soon stepped back from the bag and wiped his brow again. He stood bent over and breathing hard as he smiled. Panting he said so himself.” Darn it Joe you’re getting old!”

  Joe Milligan Barman