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Don't do it, boxing is dying
heh, in 1000 years there will still be boxing. 1000 years ago there was boxing. Even ancient Mesopotamia has clay tablets with people shown boxing on them.
Don't do it, boxing is dying
Good for you brother. I'm going to keep up with this thread and live vicariously through you. Seriously though, I hope you're proud of yourself. It's not easy being 30 with kids and STARTING what you're doing. Keep it up!
Update Day 10, The Return of Hollywood on a Thursday
My plan today was just to do 3 tire drags and head out. So I get to the gym and the pro I was supposed to spar with is there.
I say "hey man what happened yesterday?"
He gives me a grumpy reply, "Get your shit on."
I was not ready for this, I certainly hadn't thought about it again till now. But I'm also not a pussy, fuck this guy. I"m feeling much better than yesterday anyway so he kinda fucked up not showing up then is how I feel about. So I start putting on my stuff and am actually pretty care free about it. The lyrics to Hall and Oate's "Rich Girl" are playing over and in my head from a morning radio bit I listen to on my commute and I'm relaxed. The only way the XL body cup the gym has fits me right now is to just put it on be and duck tape it on.
I climb into the ring and immediately the 1 minute between round timer goes off and Hollywood's trainer says "go for it."
We meet in the center of the ring and he has an intense pissed look on his face. I try to touch a glove but he refuses. I'm trying to keep in my happy relaxed pace so I don't gas and can think better. The way I envision this going is I throw a jab and this guy slips it and slobberknocks me.
But that is not what happens. I flick a jab and it lands. So I do it again, it lands again. My binge the previous night was early aggressive Floyd, and he did a ton of body jabs so I try one and it lands too. I'm feelin pretty good and try a combo rigondeux does where he faints straight, then feints a jab then comes with a real uppercut to the body. That missed, badly. I Jab and he steps towards me behind it, a mistake for him as this jab was just for setting up my straight and since he's stepping in it lands with an echoing thud.
He backs up and I say "sorry man, you good?" and try to touch up with him- again he refuses. He presses forward throwing punches I can staying away from and I i'm jabbing every now and then as I start to feel my stamina fading. I slowly retreat back to my friendly resting place on the ropes and turtle up. He notices my change in disposition and starts getting very heavy handed. Very angry stuff is landing all over my guard, I let one hit and start an overhand right before I see his head is nearly directly in front of my left hand so I shorten it up and it lands softly. As he turns I land a jab that he comes in behind and his arms tangle beneath mind. I squeeze down on his arms with mine for my own safety then shove him off me to break. His trainer yells in from the side "Hey man, don't be pushing."
I'm tired but got enough to throw trigger step jabs, and I throw 3 in a row, first and last one land. He moves inside again I defend well and step back out of the way of his punches. Now I'm huffing and puffing and I know I can't keep throwing punches for now. I back off slowly again into the ropes and he comes in. I get my guard up and curl my body again protecting from hooks and I anticipate having to stand up to get out of the way an upper cut and countering.
But this guy just starts throwing hay makers at the back of my head, 1 lands, 2, then a third. The only thing saving me really is that this guy can't for shit- direct punches on the back of my head did nothing. I know punches to the back of the head are Illegal but no one in the gym seems to care about it as much they did about me pushing my way out of the clench. I circle out with a sloppy right hand check that doesn't land hard but gets me out in the open. He walks me down again as I barely have enough to step any longer. This guys is pissed about something, im sure of it after the back of the head bullshit and I"m worried he's gonna close and for that shit again. I consider telling him I'm done but hold out just a bit longer as he does his best foreman impression on me against the ropes and the round ends.
He says "You learn anything?" and hops out of the ring. I reply, "yeah of course." The rest of the day him and his trainer who had been friendly with me before this avoided eye contact with me, and didn't say a word to me. He was probably a bit embarrassed that even though he was a pro I was able to control him completely while I had gas. He expected to jump in the ring and teach me a lesson- which he did but not the one he hoped.
I go ahead and do my 3 tire drags and a 3:15 minute work out on the exercise bike where I roll my fist for first minute, throw combos during second, defend and counter during third minute, then finish with a 15 second all out pedaling as hard as I can so I'm sure I've got nothing left.
The more I think about the behind the head punches the more pissed I get. I will have my vegeance for that shit, it's given me extra motivation on working my cardio so I can get in there and just beat him to fuck and make him quit. I'm a level headed guy, but even with a level head I think what he did was really fucked up. I'm not hurt or anything, but I could have been, and thats what he wanted. As soon as I feel I can go hard for 3 minutes I'm gonna make him get in with me again, and this time I'm not gonna be nice. No saying sorry for landing a hard one, no gassing before the round is over so he can just tee off- He can't hit for shit and I already know it so I just need to get my stamina working right and I'm gonna just gonna run him over next time.
On the bright side, I know now that my strategic thinking combined with my natural fighting instincts and jab are good enough to handle a low tier pro. The only thing in my way is cardio, and I'm fixing that shit as fast as I can.
Update Day 10, The Return of Hollywood on a Thursday