Today i got schooled

I've been in the boxing gym for about 3 months consistently now. I used to do some training on my own, but now i only go to the gym three times a week, that's all. I thought that was enough. I thought my natural reflexes were good enough to make me untouchable. I thought my aggression was fearsome enough, i thought my speed was flash, my power was atomic and my heart tough as diamond.

Those were just my thoughts, my self-perception. I was bloody wrong. I was very wrong.

Today, friday, is sparring day. It's the day where we spar other members of the gym with moderate power. Just a few days ago, my coach told me that i was going to fight on the 8th of October. I was extremely elated. Finally, after three months of training, i was going to fight in a month's time. I thought i was well prepared ( afterall, i should be, i trained for bloody 3 months ). Turns out, i was not.

The first person whom i sparred with was this taller person, 180cm, i am 170cm. His jab constantly destoryed my rhythm and everytime i got in close, as i tried to throw hooks, i was welcomed by his swift left hook. He constantly applied pressure with the jab-straight combinations and it was really difficult to evade, and i was constantly on the ropes, getting combination-ed at.

My hands were not used to the 16 OZ gloves, and my punches were all wild swings, really wild without any form. I just couldn't hit, all i could do was to get hit and become frustrated.

Next up, i fought two other people and i constantly got hammered at. My legs, jelly. My mind, flustered. My arms, aching. Even my heart, which i thought was made of diamond was out. I was exhausted as hell, tried to hide myself in the shell, only to receive on straight rights. At the last 8 seconds, i had taken a straight to the body ( not even a one at max strength ) and i could feel my stomach cringe. Combined with the fatigue, i was on the verge of giving up, actually deep inside me i had already given up. I was saved by the bell, if not i would have tasted the canvas for the first time.

Obviously, i was really upset. I wanted to just go ka-boom and explode into pieces. It was a depressing moment.

My trainer then told me the usual things he told me in the past :
1. Train like how you fight ( i move alot , therefore i gas out usually just after a single good round ).

2. Stop swinging wildy

3. Throw more straights.

I was told these since the day i arrived at the gym. I acknowledged them, i nodded at the trainer. But guess what i did? Nothing. I just hoped the flaws of mine would go away on it's own. ( like how i thought my mugs and utensils would walk itself to the basin )

My gloves, training gloves, are 10-****ing-OZ. LOL. I am a joke. My friend had told me countless of times to man up and get some 14oz/16oz gloves. I agree, but never did i bother to buy them.

In sparring sessions, i would gas out EVERY single time. One of my friend, at the point of time when he joined, his stamina was about my level, or even lower. Now his improved and can last many rounds, and i am still stuck at one-rounds. Trainer told me to work on it, sprints, bag, whatever. I said "yes, yes". Went home, did nothing.

I always swung, and was always told to change that. Never did.

I am that ass who knows his flaws, but never bothers to change them. I am that ass who thinks his talented as a ****, but is a just a plain ****. I am that ass...

And today, i got schooled. I got schooled. I really did. It wasn't a pleasant experience, but i am happy that it happened. For i still have a month to go before my debut, and i am going to seize every chance to work on correct my flaws. I am going to seize the day.

 

thank you !