When a few people at work heard I was going boxing they thought I was joking.
They said ‘really boxing?, why?’
Well I had my first taster today.
Left my house share and started walking. Ran into the guy I used to work with that had told me about it.
Got there – offered to pay my £2.
Boxing man turned me down.
‘You don’t pay first time. See if you like it and pay next time if you do’
Guy I knew then had to baby sit me for the next few minutes while I got my bearings.
He helped me with my hand wraps.
Got me a shorter skipping rope.
Told me what bag to use.
I loved the fact the boxing coaches left me alone.
No pointers, no help, no special treatment…….no pressure.
With a little help from guy I use to work with I was left to do my thing, sink or swim.
At one point guy I use to know shout to me –
Mandy – get angry.
For a short while I imagined IT’s face. Dipstick doesn’t make me angry – he makes me sad but IT, IT makes my blood run lava.
Punching felt odd – not natural, not with my right hand anyway. Now I’m gonna go back I hope boxing coaches help me with my punches.
One of the guys said I was a southpaw – rocky was a southpaw!!
Tonight I think I’ll sleep, I hope I do anyway.