100 Word Story

There was still a chill in the gym as he dropped the skipping rope, sorted his wraps and pulled on his gloves. His heart rate was up but he wanted it higher. He was perspiring but he needed to be dripping. His muscles were alert but he wanted them shaking. He faced the bag, square on, assumed the position and jab. The bag shifted. He shifted and swung: a perfect one, two. But then to his own surprise it became a three, four.  And then he moved again, went in close, paused and cut upwards. He was through another plateau.