afc_recovering
Don Juan
One of my buddies has been going to a boxing gym for the last 3 months and I've always teased him about basically abandonning heavy weight lifting and looking scrawny. So finally yesterday after him offering for a while, I decided I'd go to his gym with him to see what it's all about.
Now I've been in my fair share of fights and have had a pretty solid record, which turned out to mean jack sh!t in here. So we were training in a group of 4 basically just going over basic combinations, and defence. When it came to sparring, I decided instead I wanted to try a real match. (my friend being the nice guy he is suggested it) My friend suggested I fight a tall, scrawny kid who had been training with us. He agreed and just out of curiosity, we weighed in and I was 176 to his 142. A 30 lb weight advantage. :trouble:
We strapped on the helmets and the gloves and off we were. As we came out to tap gloves I saw his stance; southpaw. Sh!t, already I could tell I was getting played. It didn't start off to bad. In the first 30 seconds I used my size to my advantage and even rocked him once early, or so I thought, but it didn't seem to phase him. Early all he did was throw quick jabs, keeping his hands up making it difficult to strike. The guy was lightning quick and nearly every punch I threw ended up being blocked or worse he'd counter and land a good one (the only punches he was landing were on counters). After what seemed like an eternity (like a minute
) I was getting EXHAUSTED so I decided to go for the kill. After all, I was dying from dancing around and throwing all these punches.
I went in threw a straight left jab which surprisingly slipped through his hands and then swung for the fences with a wild right (dropping my hands) D'OH! He ducked, then lights out. He rocked me with a hard left and I was dazed to say the least. He backed off (after all this wasn't a REAL fight) and when I got my composure back, we kept going. We ended the 3 minute round and I could barely lift my arms. He asked me if I wanted a round 2 and I said 'fvckkkk that' haha.
Long story short, I got worked by a kid 30+lbs lighter than me. Now I'm not into the appearance of these boxers (or brain damage:crackup. But I did notice that a lot of the guys at the gym, including the 'scrawny' one I fought, have strong, developed backs.(keeping their weight in mind, obviously) I'm not interested in looking like a boxer, and I know I haven't the aerobic capacity to take up such a sport. But if you want to get into prime conditioning, or are just looking for a great form of cardio (or think you're tough); try boxing, it'll kick your ass. :yes:
Now I've been in my fair share of fights and have had a pretty solid record, which turned out to mean jack sh!t in here. So we were training in a group of 4 basically just going over basic combinations, and defence. When it came to sparring, I decided instead I wanted to try a real match. (my friend being the nice guy he is suggested it) My friend suggested I fight a tall, scrawny kid who had been training with us. He agreed and just out of curiosity, we weighed in and I was 176 to his 142. A 30 lb weight advantage. :trouble:
We strapped on the helmets and the gloves and off we were. As we came out to tap gloves I saw his stance; southpaw. Sh!t, already I could tell I was getting played. It didn't start off to bad. In the first 30 seconds I used my size to my advantage and even rocked him once early, or so I thought, but it didn't seem to phase him. Early all he did was throw quick jabs, keeping his hands up making it difficult to strike. The guy was lightning quick and nearly every punch I threw ended up being blocked or worse he'd counter and land a good one (the only punches he was landing were on counters). After what seemed like an eternity (like a minute
) I was getting EXHAUSTED so I decided to go for the kill. After all, I was dying from dancing around and throwing all these punches.I went in threw a straight left jab which surprisingly slipped through his hands and then swung for the fences with a wild right (dropping my hands) D'OH! He ducked, then lights out. He rocked me with a hard left and I was dazed to say the least
. He backed off (after all this wasn't a REAL fight) and when I got my composure back, we kept going. We ended the 3 minute round and I could barely lift my arms. He asked me if I wanted a round 2 and I said 'fvckkkk that' haha.Long story short, I got worked by a kid 30+lbs lighter than me. Now I'm not into the appearance of these boxers (or brain damage:crackup
. But I did notice that a lot of the guys at the gym, including the 'scrawny' one I fought, have strong, developed backs.(keeping their weight in mind, obviously) I'm not interested in looking like a boxer, and I know I haven't the aerobic capacity to take up such a sport. But if you want to get into prime conditioning, or are just looking for a great form of cardio (or think you're tough); try boxing, it'll kick your ass. :yes: