Just like Carl Lewis didn’t show up for our 10k showdown, the word must have got out about me entering the sparring arena – no-one showed. A little disappointed, I joined the regular boxing class. I got to do some defense work with one girl – about five feet tall, but weighing far more than me. She’s lost 80lbs in 18 months through boxing, and has a fringe which covers her eyes so you can’t see what she’s thinking. Which means she’s motivated, sneaky, and hence kicked my ass. I was always taught not to hit women, which makes it tough for me to box with them. That’s my excuse anyway.
Bruce jumped in to spar with me. He noticed that I panic when I get attacked heavily, and admitted later that he was glad I wasn’t sparring yet. He also said he was surprised that I managed to hit him with a cross. Not as surprised as I was to learn that it was a cross that caught him off guard.