I bought a punching bag around six seven months back. I remembered when I placed it over my shoulder to hang it on the third floor of my house my balls got a short circuit as it was pretty heavy. Usually when I box I often feel that I am Rocky Balboa and some chicks are staring me from a corner in the word and I get pumped up.
But in reality the hot chick who lived nearby my house is under strict scrutiny of her mother and because of this she is missing training of a Stalliaon. Till this previous paragraph I have used a trick which is called “Exaggeration” giggle. Reality is I usually get tired and loose focus in a short span of around ten minutes and the only person who is witnessing me is a old men who is enjoying the sun on top of his roof and I guess he is myopic.