"Started droppin' in at the local gym 'round, uh, thirteen, fourteen." He scratched at his jaw for a moment, gazing towards the ceiling. "Some days, it don' feel like I been doin' this for a long time... but then other days, when I'm sparrin' with Doc or somethin', I keep thinkin' 'bout all the fights behind me, an' how much better I've gotten." Pausing, he began to run a hand over the knuckles of his right hand, back and forth with a thoughtful slowness. "It's a long road to the top... wouldn't a' gotten nowhere without Doc, that's f'sure."