Core Memories

There’s a punching sequence as I flip by FitTV. I, all of 16 years and 130 pounds, stand up to give it an ironic go. “Jab, cross, hook, uppercut!” YAH! My arms flail about as one swatting bubbles in midair. “This is easy,” I think. “They call this a workout?” “Jab, cross, hook, uppercut!” Old-school fitness lord