Confessions of a pansy

From a wimp of a sister to her much tougher brother:

Sarah's I'm-a-Weenie Moment for the day: We partner up for some bag drills, one holding the bag while the other pummels the heck out of the bag.

I hold the bag, and my partner, Travis, proceeds to make me feel like my face is mere inches from being knocked off and the bag is about to be ripped out of the ceiling.

My turn.

Travis holds the bag. I proceed to hit it as hard and fast as I can. Fifteen seconds into it, he just quits holding it and stands there looking bemused ... because the bag is barely wiggling whenever I hit it. My gloves aren't big enough to hide under some days ...

He was my situp partner, too. I won't tell you about that. I'm such a wimp.