"Are you alright Tess?"
"I'm not crying.
I've just been punched in the nose."
This is getting hard. Like, really hard. When I signed up I thought eight weeks of training would be enough to get ready. Eight weeks of twice weekly sessions to learn technique, get strong and build fitness. I already had a pretty good base fitness already so I wasn't too worried about that, even though I missed a couple of weeks of sessions due to getting married, I could catch up.
Now we're coming to the end of week five and it's dawning on me how bloody difficult this is.
I've signed up to Ladies Ultra White Collar Boxing. I know what you're thinking... ultra what-now? Basically it's a form of boxing that originates from New York in the 1980's when a solicitor and a doctor joined a gym to be trained up to fight in a boxing match after just eight weeks. Since then it's grown and hundreds of events are put on all over the world, with 'white collar' professionals and complete beginners training hard before battling it out in the ring.
You get eight weeks free intensive training from professional boxing coaches (that's right kids, FREE) and get matched with someone of the same ability, size and weight at the end of it to go head to head for three two-minute rounds with a minute break between each one. Each participant has to train with full protective head gear and gumshield, as well as chunky 16oz gloves (which are bloody heavy after an hour of practice!)
Money is raised for Cancer Research (please sponsor me here!) and you're given tickets to sell for fight night - complete with a black tie afterparty post-fight. Free fitness & a party afterwards? Hell yes.
|Who wants one? I need a support crew big time!!|
I've done lots of boxercise in the past so know the basics of different punches and how to do combinations, but replacing nice friendly pads with another human being who's throwing punches at the same time is a bit of an education let me tell you!
Right on the noggin
We'd agreed to not go heavy on each other but adrenalin took over and we went for it - me with the body shots and Holly with the jabs and crosses right on the noggin. About 10seconds after this video stopped recording she landed a corker bang on my left eye which proper stunned me!
It didn't hurt though, which was surprising. She got me a few times in the head and it didn't hurt at all, just shocked me a bit. After lots of praise from the trainers and other girls watching we both left that session full of confidence and excitement about the whole thing.
I like to move it move it
For me though, it hasn't lasted. We've signed up to PT sessions and joined the boxing classes at the gym to get extra training on top of our twice-weekly efforts with the UWCB group. Last night was the first class outside of our beginners crew and it was educating to say the least!
I feel like I got battered (I totally did) but I know what I need to do. I've got a strong punch but I don't move very well - I spend a lot of time hopping around wasting energy opposite my opponent, giving them a clear shot at my head, something which was taken advantage of quite a lot in the class, and I got bonked on the nose numerous times.
I need to move my head, not just my feet.
So we're sparring, I'm crying, everyone's asking if I'm OK and my trainer is in the corner telling me what to do and it's all a bit overwhelming.
|My new playground for the next 3 weeks|
I grew a pair and got over it in the end and when we swapped partners the class instructor told my new partner to 'go gentle with this one as it's her first time'. I felt humiliated but thankful for his understanding. And to be honest, everyone was great, really supportive and ready to help me get the technique down.
The rest of the class was pad work and fitness so I felt more at home by then, but I left the class feeling battered, bruised and more than a little apprehensive about the next few weeks of training.
The final countdown
|Stretching off after one of the first sessions|
Boxing's not like running. If you get it wrong, you get punched in the face, and I'm just about getting used to that. I've got 23 days to get better. Bring it on.
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