I actually only got into boxing last summer. At the time, I was overweight, constantly eating and drinking, and honestly feeling pretty down all the time. Nothing in my life seemed to be going well—I couldn’t find a job, and I had nothing that gave me any real sense of accomplishment.
One day, I saw a local boxing gym offering a promotion: really cheap trial classes. So I signed up for one. The first class was rough. I hadn’t exercised in so long that my whole body was sore afterward, and I didn’t even want to go back.
But the coach was super patient—and also, yeah, pretty good-looking—so I figured I’d give it a few more tries. I stuck with it. Eventually, I started to enjoy it. I even entered a few amateur matches. They weren’t anything big, but they gave me something I hadn’t felt in a long time: control.
I could control my body. I could control my routine. I could finally start taking charge of my life again.
Boxing means something really personal to me now. It changed everything.
One day, I saw a local boxing gym offering a promotion: really cheap trial classes. So I signed up for one. The first class was rough. I hadn’t exercised in so long that my whole body was sore afterward, and I didn’t even want to go back.
But the coach was super patient—and also, yeah, pretty good-looking—so I figured I’d give it a few more tries. I stuck with it. Eventually, I started to enjoy it. I even entered a few amateur matches. They weren’t anything big, but they gave me something I hadn’t felt in a long time: control.
I could control my body. I could control my routine. I could finally start taking charge of my life again.
Boxing means something really personal to me now. It changed everything.