I’m terrible at tennis, my eyesight is so shocking I can barely see the ball as it whizzes past me. The closest I’ve got to a boxing ring is a self-defense class when I was 11 years old. But this morning, after bagels and lox at our friends' place, I discovered my inner tennis ace, and my hidden boxing champ.
After two victorious games of tennis against my beloved, followed by six outstanding rounds in the ring, where I finished him off with a knockout punch, I was breathless and exhausted. I was in need of a small gym towel and a bottle of water.
Winning was cool, but the real thrill was the physical/digital ability to take on a man stronger and sportier than me.
Challenge: Inspire people to dream beyond their limitations.
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