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The first Saturday in October, my gym is having a night of full-contact exhibition sparring, open to the public. Each pair of fighters does three, one-minute rounds; several fights a night. The trainers try to pair you with someone about your same skill level so that it's not a total bloodbath.
I came back to boxing on Saturday after a six-week layoff, during which I went to the boxing gym a couple of times but lifted weights at night, shadowboxed, skipped rope, and did major roadwork -- like, 4-5 miles, plus stairs every morning -- to stay fit. On my third day back, they were taking signups for the next exhibition night; I asked if I could fight, and the coach said YES.
He's said "no," the past two times.
Hell, yeah.
I want to work up to a real, amateur fight in the next couple of years, but this is a major, major step -- especially for a guy who was petrified with fear at the thought of getting hit a year (and 30 pounds) ago!
I came back to boxing on Saturday after a six-week layoff, during which I went to the boxing gym a couple of times but lifted weights at night, shadowboxed, skipped rope, and did major roadwork -- like, 4-5 miles, plus stairs every morning -- to stay fit. On my third day back, they were taking signups for the next exhibition night; I asked if I could fight, and the coach said YES.
He's said "no," the past two times.
Hell, yeah.
I want to work up to a real, amateur fight in the next couple of years, but this is a major, major step -- especially for a guy who was petrified with fear at the thought of getting hit a year (and 30 pounds) ago!
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