So, ya wanna go a few rounds? Bring it baybee! Float like a butterfly; sting like a bee. Rope a dope and keep your eye on the bubblegum pinks, cuz yer goin' dowwwnnnnnn! Shits about to get real.
Along with being a roller derby bad ass, I've always had an interest in boxing. I love professional matches old skool style-where the fights weren't as fixed and the refs not as quick to call it. The fitness-both mental and physical required to go the distance amazes me.
Not sure how long I've been at it, but I'm guessing 6 years or so. I've read that a rookie boxer sometimes works a whole year learning one punch before he is allowed to learn another. The form is that particular. Instructor Kurt Carlos is the fourth teacher I've had and he is breaking it down and workin' us hard. He concentrates on form and will not let me hit like a girl. Along with bag work, we are sparring and moving around more which is a whole new level of concentration. Our 'rounds' are both exhilarating and exhausting. Surviving our 'match' is very empowering-and very humbling. But I love it and there's a chance I may even be improving!
In a way, boxing is like yoga for me. It's sort of like a little Geiger counter that measures where I am mentally that day. Am I up for the challenge? Can I stay motivated in the moment and concentrate on form solely? Can I tune out everything but the beat of the music and Kurt's instructions? And can I last on that last 10 second countdown?
And the best part is the end, when we bump gloves and enjoy the buzz that comes with knowing you just worked very hard. The sweat is pouring off us and water never tasted sweeter. It turns my day around, and the world doesn't seem so bad.
Thanks, Kurt. You rock. xo
6 months ago