She breathed deeply and heavily, cursing her bruised knuckles as she silenced the ringing phone.
“We need to talk. I’m worried about you.”
“Must we talk now?” she said, her words drowned out by her thumping heart and interrupted by struggling lungs.
“Where are you?”
“I’m in training.”
The voice at the end of the phone paused for a moment, allowing her to calm her breathing a little.
“What are you training for?”
“I don’t know.”
“Then why are you training?”
“Because I don’t know”.
The low voice at the end of the phone muttered some words of concern before agreeing to talk later. She ended the call and clutched the phone to her chest, feeling her beating heart against her clenched hand.
Head bowed and eyes closed, she calmed herself.
The phone was replaced on the bench, and her training resumed.
With each punch came a wince of pain.
“It only hurts if you let it.”