When I first joined the boxing class, it was an accident. I thought it was kickboxing but it was boxing with gloves. People were wrapping their hands and I almost walked out. The boxing coach said, “Just try it. You might like it. ” Well I ended up loving it! 5 years later, I’m still boxing.
Why do I box? It requires technique, form and some toughness. When I feel like the world is caving in, it’s suddenly forgotten. And is it all goes on I feel stronger, confident, like I can take on the world. I weave and bob, throwing a straight or nailing a right hook. And although I’m not perfect, I continue to concentrate on technique and form.
I am conditioning my body jumping roping, crosses, double jumps, backwards, skipping one leg, flying through not skipping a beat. As a child I loved jump rope. I would enter contests for skipping without missing a beat.
The push ups, the bag work, I continue concentrating on blocking with each punch, thinking of the power. I throw my body into it.
Through the years, I’ve taken it for granted, going through the motions, but it reels me back in. I reexamine my technique, my form growing, changing, demanding for more. I realize how exhausting it is, how it takes me in, making me want more, craving for that feeling.
I love this sport. I don’t compete, but I can at least pretend.