It dawned on me today that I am crap at boxing. As unnatural as can be. Everything that can be done wrong, I do. I tense up stiffer than a broomstick on Viagra when someone hits me. I lean back. My hands go all over. I raise my shoulders and shorten my jab. I lean forward when I jab. I had to stop several times when Bruce attacked today. He slighly deafened me in my right ear and then hit my eye in such a way that it felt I had stubble on the inside of my eyelids. I was disheartened at first – blind and deaf on one side and unable to offer even a paltry defence. But then I realised that when I overcome all of my bad habits, I would be amazing. For me at least.
Bruce’s parting comments were that I should try to get people to punch me in the face this weekend. I told him I already had a few offers. If you see me though, have a go. Ask me first, if you would be so kind so I can at least try to keep my one good eye open while you do so.
I love boxing.