Daily Archives: July 19, 2011

I take it back

A few weeks ago I wrote a blog called “I want to get punched in the face.”  Let me just say now that, “I take it back.”  I do not want to get punched in the face.  Getting punched in the face hurts.  It is not fun.

I’ve been going to about two boxing classes a week for the last few weeks, and it has been fun.  I love hitting the bags.  I love going through the combinations.  Until Wednesday night, I even loved sparring.  Guys have been really cool about taking it easy on me.  I’ve sparred with a couple of different guys, and we’ve traded some light punches, worked on some combinations and counters, but nothing real hard.  After each round I am wiped out.  Even though I know we’re not really fighting, there is something about sparring that turns up the adrenaline.

I said a couple of weeks ago that I wanted to get punched in the face.  Most of my sparring didn’t include very many punches to the face.  There were a couple, but none that were very hard.  Then came the shot I took last Wednesday night.  I made a few mistakes.

1. I was sparring with someone I didn’t know.  Big mistake.  The guys I had sparred with before were guys that I watched for three weeks before I stepped in with them.  This guy was a new guy (at least to me).  I watched him spar once, and he seemed like he was punching kind of hard, but I didn’t think much of it.  The guys I spar with punch each other hard, then turn it down a notch to fight the new guy.

2. I didn’ t wear headgear.  But I never wear the headgear.  It doesn’t fit (big surprise).  I think this guy interpreted my unadorned head as  a sign of toughness instead of what it really meant – a sign of big-headedness.

3. I let him punch me in the face.  We were sparring.  He was dancing around a lot.  Every once in awhile he would take some weird dipping punch at my stomach that meant nothing.  I was getting bored.  I decided to scrap with him a little.  Then he punched me in the face.  It hurt.  We kept going. It’s not like he knocked me out.  I wasn’t cut (though there was a distinct mark on my cheek the next morning).  I wasn’t injured.  It just hurt, and I decided that I had been terribly wrong before.

In conclusion: I no longer want to get punched in the face.  I tried it.  It sucks.  I will probably continue boxing.  I will probably keep sparring, just not with young kids that want to prove something against the Fat Pastor.

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