There's a big amateur tournament here in Ontario this weekend, Brampton Cup. It's mostly a Novice tournament and many boxers in Ontario have their first fights there. I had my 2nd fight there two years ago and two of my teammates made their debuts on the same weekend. This year Gideon Boxing has officially entered it's own boxers for the first time ever and we have 5 guys scheduled to fight, including 2 having their first bouts. When driving one of the young guys making their debuts home last night, he was asking questions and describing how he was feeling in the last few days leading up to the tournament, it's gotten me reminiscing about my own first fight.
I remember the training leading up to the fight better than the actual fight. Horace had confirmed a bout for me 3 weeks in advance and my already-serious training got kicked up a notch. I remember morning hill runs had an extra intensity, sparring was more focused, getting instruction from my coach while doing pads was the highlight of every day. Every moment of training my head was a jumble of thoughts. Was I good enough? Would I be ready for the pressure of an audience watching me? Could I handle the pressure of another human being trying their best to knock me out? The night before the fight I went to watch the first installment of Harry Potter 7 and ended up talking to Horace on the phone for half the movie (outside in the hall, don't worry) about everything I was feeling and having him calm me down and focus on how much I COULD do, how much I HAVE done, not about the what-ifs.
My first fight involved everything an amateur show is known for: a 6-hour drive to Sudbury, poorly communicated details like weight of the two boxers forcing me to drop 3 pounds the day of the fight, sitting around waiting for the late doctor - all things that greatly stressed a detail-oriented person like myself. It only took me a fight or two to realize this was actually the "norm", I'd better get used to it if I planned on sticking around this sport.
Going through a proper warm-up for the first time was a clarifying moment. It was just Horace and me in a small closet, he put my wraps and gloves on for me, and held the pads for me to hit. Sharp, quick, no power, simply going through the motions and reminding my body and my head all the things I had learned over the past couple of months. I had no idea what the other girl across the ring would be coming with, but I knew what I could do, and that's what mattered. Every eye watched me as we walked towards the ring, and as the MC announced my opponent and then myself, I realized she was from the area, I was the "big-city" girl who they automatically wanted to lose. It didn't matter, I was already determined to make the decision indisputable. From the very first bell I put everything I had into every punch (mistake!). I walked back after the first round thinking I had never been more tired in my entire life, how was I supposed to do two more rounds of this?! Horace gave me calming advice ("deep breathe", "relax") and had me focus on important details and block out everything else. The second round I was more calm, I remember giving her a bloody nose, a standing-eight count (the ref steps in to give one boxer a momentary break when they get hurt or seem overwhelmed), the third round started with my opponent being checked by the doctor to make sure she could continue boxing. When the final bell rang I ran over to Horace and he gave me a giant hug over the ropes. I knew I had won but that wasn't important. I had accomplished something I never thought possible, in fact had distinctly said I would never do - I stood in a ring and went toe-to-toe with another trained boxer and held my own, a feat the majority of people would never accomplish.
After receiving my medal and exchanging hugs and handshakes with the opposing corner, I remember walking back to Horace with a huge smile on my face and saying "I want to do this again - immediately". His response "let's take your headgear off from this fight first". I was hooked. I'm pretty sure we discussed every detail of my fight on the 6-hour return drive (with a quick stop at the celebratory McDonalds) despite the fight pretty much being a blur in my head. If you asked me what punches I threw, how my movement was, if my defense was all I hoped, I couldn't tell you. What I remember most from that night was the raw emotion and excitement that drove me forward, the adrenaline pumping through me after, the pride I had from strangers congratulating me and telling me what a great fight it was. These same emotions still go through me before and after every fight. I focus on them when I'm in a moment of doubt or low-confidence. Win or lose, I have the courage to do something most people don't, I love that feeling and the drive it gives me life. Boxing isn't for everyone, fighting definitely isn't for most, but I truly believe everyone can find that one thing in life that gives them these same emotions. At least I hope so, because it's the greatest feeling in the world.
I am a 28 year old female and I box out of Gideon Boxing Academy located at Kennedy Rd. & Ellesmere Rd. in Toronto. I have 23 fights. My coach is Horace Hunter. This blog will be my story/thoughts/adventures in the incredible world of boxing.
Thursday 31 January 2013
Monday 28 January 2013
Running in Canadian winters... sigh
I woke up this morning after a Sunday "Rest Day" ready to go for a nice 5-km run to loosen up and start my week out right and was faced with 4 inches of snow that had come down through the night and now had freezing rain coming down to just finish it off. Lovely.
Running outside is off today, at least for now. I am pretty stubborn and tempted to just throw my running stuff on and try to beat the elements, but I know better (and it only took me two years of training to learn!). The sidewalks are currently covered in a melting 2 inches of thick heavy snow, hidden patches of ice are lurking underneath and a slow steady rain is coming down. With just under three weeks to go before my next fight there is no point risking injury and sickness just to get in one run. Plus I can always wait it out and see if the sidewalks are cleared by tonight and run after training.
Normally I run 4-5 times a week, almost always outside. While some boxers love their long winding 15-km runs each day, after getting some excellent advice from a world-class boxer, my runs have been narrowed down to two 5 km runs a week at a comfortable pace, a shorter run that ends with forwards and backwards sprints, and one run with hill-sprints or stairs in the middle. These are sufficient for keeping my weight in check, working my cardio and also building the explosive fast-twitch muscles that are so important in a fight. Since I live in Canada and I HATE being cold, I do all these runs in about 14 layers of clothing with basically only my eyes exposed to the elements when I'm out there. I look insane, I can accept this. The only time I look more insane is when I run with Horace... and he is dressed exactly the same (right down to matching running jackets). We have gotten quite used to people stopping whatever they are doing to watch us run by or jump off the sidewalk in fear as we sprint past. Getting used to all the layers takes a while but once you're used to it, boxing in simply a tanktop and shorts is great, your body recovers really well between rounds.
When I started boxing, running was the last thing to be added. I hated running, and I mean HATED it. I grew up with very little sports in my life and now I'm being asked to strap some shoes on and go outside in all kinds of weather to be alone with just the road and my thoughts for 40 minutes every day? This was worse than torture to me. But when my coach explained how necessary boxing was to fighting, I knew there was no way around it, if I wanted to box seriously it had to happen. I started out slowly, 2-km runs with just "normal" running clothes, music blasting in my ears to keep me distracted from how much pain my knees were in. After getting my body accustomed to a better pace, more layers and adding orthotics, I graduated to "Horace's running buddy". This meant 8 am runs for longer distances, repeat sets of hills, explosive track runs and constantly trying to keep up with a man who has been running regularly for the most part of his life. But before long I noticed something - I would actually look forward to it! Once my work schedule changed, running by myself became more of a necessity. Waking up at 6:30 to head out on my own was refreshing. Music was abandoned, it was was now down to my feet, nature, and my own thoughts out there day after day. I love it. The fact that today my run has eluded me is frustrating. I sit here at my desk with a bag of running clothes staring at me and I feel lazy. Old man winter has done his best to thwart me, but I'm ready. After my boxing training tonight the layers are going on and I'm doing stair sprints in my apartment building. There's no substitute for running outside. Treadmills cannot replicate the conditioning running outside with fresh air, mixed terrains and natural inclines. But it also means being adaptable, especially in Canada where the weather is completely unpredictable. For instance, Wednesday is set to hit a high of 10 degrees and by Friday it will drop back down to -14. So this means planning accordingly, get my running in every day it's deemed nice enough to do so, can't have any "I just don't feel like it" days. Because you never know when you'll wake up to a surprise 4 inches of snow.
P.S. - That run just became non-negotiable after finishing a piece of cake a co-worker brought in for my birthday. Damn it.
Running outside is off today, at least for now. I am pretty stubborn and tempted to just throw my running stuff on and try to beat the elements, but I know better (and it only took me two years of training to learn!). The sidewalks are currently covered in a melting 2 inches of thick heavy snow, hidden patches of ice are lurking underneath and a slow steady rain is coming down. With just under three weeks to go before my next fight there is no point risking injury and sickness just to get in one run. Plus I can always wait it out and see if the sidewalks are cleared by tonight and run after training.
Normally I run 4-5 times a week, almost always outside. While some boxers love their long winding 15-km runs each day, after getting some excellent advice from a world-class boxer, my runs have been narrowed down to two 5 km runs a week at a comfortable pace, a shorter run that ends with forwards and backwards sprints, and one run with hill-sprints or stairs in the middle. These are sufficient for keeping my weight in check, working my cardio and also building the explosive fast-twitch muscles that are so important in a fight. Since I live in Canada and I HATE being cold, I do all these runs in about 14 layers of clothing with basically only my eyes exposed to the elements when I'm out there. I look insane, I can accept this. The only time I look more insane is when I run with Horace... and he is dressed exactly the same (right down to matching running jackets). We have gotten quite used to people stopping whatever they are doing to watch us run by or jump off the sidewalk in fear as we sprint past. Getting used to all the layers takes a while but once you're used to it, boxing in simply a tanktop and shorts is great, your body recovers really well between rounds.
When I started boxing, running was the last thing to be added. I hated running, and I mean HATED it. I grew up with very little sports in my life and now I'm being asked to strap some shoes on and go outside in all kinds of weather to be alone with just the road and my thoughts for 40 minutes every day? This was worse than torture to me. But when my coach explained how necessary boxing was to fighting, I knew there was no way around it, if I wanted to box seriously it had to happen. I started out slowly, 2-km runs with just "normal" running clothes, music blasting in my ears to keep me distracted from how much pain my knees were in. After getting my body accustomed to a better pace, more layers and adding orthotics, I graduated to "Horace's running buddy". This meant 8 am runs for longer distances, repeat sets of hills, explosive track runs and constantly trying to keep up with a man who has been running regularly for the most part of his life. But before long I noticed something - I would actually look forward to it! Once my work schedule changed, running by myself became more of a necessity. Waking up at 6:30 to head out on my own was refreshing. Music was abandoned, it was was now down to my feet, nature, and my own thoughts out there day after day. I love it. The fact that today my run has eluded me is frustrating. I sit here at my desk with a bag of running clothes staring at me and I feel lazy. Old man winter has done his best to thwart me, but I'm ready. After my boxing training tonight the layers are going on and I'm doing stair sprints in my apartment building. There's no substitute for running outside. Treadmills cannot replicate the conditioning running outside with fresh air, mixed terrains and natural inclines. But it also means being adaptable, especially in Canada where the weather is completely unpredictable. For instance, Wednesday is set to hit a high of 10 degrees and by Friday it will drop back down to -14. So this means planning accordingly, get my running in every day it's deemed nice enough to do so, can't have any "I just don't feel like it" days. Because you never know when you'll wake up to a surprise 4 inches of snow.
P.S. - That run just became non-negotiable after finishing a piece of cake a co-worker brought in for my birthday. Damn it.
Tuesday 22 January 2013
Fighting As An Underdog
I'm a very active boxer, I fight quite frequently, especially for a female. This is for a few reasons:
One - I came into this game late(r) in life. I was 26 when I decided to start boxing, had my first fight right before my 27th birthday, compared to many people who start boxing in their early teens, so if I want to accomplish anything in this sport, I would need to be quite active.
Two - my style matches up much better with more experienced/skilled boxers than beginners, who generally tend to brawl and scrap.
Three - I love competing. Training just for the sake of training and being fit is great, but I am someone who gets strongly motivated when I know there's competition involved.
So that's brought me to having 23 fights in two years, which I'm very happy with, but it's lead to some tough obstacles as well. Amateur boxing in Ontario has rules and guidelines set out to protect boxers and keep the focus on safety and well-being. Categories are class as "Sub-Novice (1-5 fights)", "Novice (5-10 fights)", and "Open Class (11+ fights)". This means that a boxer classified as Sub-Novice or Novice are only allowed to fight other boxers with a 7-fight difference, so someone with 1 fight cannot have a sanctioned bout against someone with 10 fights. However, this all changes once you hit 11 fights and enter Open Class. This literally means "Open", open to anyone and everyone (You also take a step up in the length of the bout - men go from 2 minute rounds to 3 minute; females go from 3 rounds to 4). So this means someone with 11 fights could face someone with 110 fights - which is exactly what happened to me in my first Open Class fight at Ontario Championships.
So how does one go into a bout when they know they are generally so clearly outmatched? I was up against a 4-time National champ, 3-time Pan-Am Gold winner, and this was my first step up to 4 rounds and the biggest stage I had faced to-date. I thought about dropping out of the tournament. I knew I wasn't going to beat her, so what was the point? Not only did I not grow up in sport, but I grew up in a home where individual success was not encouraged or rewarded, so self-confidence is something I struggle with daily. This is why coaches exist. Not simply to teach the techniques and tactics of a sport, but to be that outside voice of reason, encouragement and support. Coach Horace Hunter gave me one of my first "stern" talking-to's. He compared the bout to real-life showdown, and one that she would be coming to with a gun, and me with just a knife. Obviously, someone with a gun has a much better chance of winning that fight. But ANYTHING CAN HAPPEN, remember that. The gun could jam, it could run out of bullets, anything. Suddenly that knife in your hand is looking pretty good, no? But you need to actually show up to that fight and believe in your knife, this is the only way you even have a chance. It was a lesson that has stuck with me. Because I bulled through my first 10 fights as fast as possible, I was facing girls who had been boxing 10, 12 years compared to my 1 year, but it didn't matter anymore, we both were coming to fights with our own weapons, I need to believe in mine, that's all that mattered.
Since that fight I've faced National champions, World champions, an Olympian, girls with 10-times the experience I have. I've won fights, I've lost fights, I've been robbed of victories, been the victim of "hometown advantage", I've been through it all. Currently I'm training for a fight in 3 weeks against a girl with over 58 fights, more than double my own, but it doesn't matter. I have my knife, I'm sharpening it, I trust that knife. I may be going in as the under-dog, but they better be ready, cuz I'm coming to fight til that final bell.
One - I came into this game late(r) in life. I was 26 when I decided to start boxing, had my first fight right before my 27th birthday, compared to many people who start boxing in their early teens, so if I want to accomplish anything in this sport, I would need to be quite active.
Two - my style matches up much better with more experienced/skilled boxers than beginners, who generally tend to brawl and scrap.
Three - I love competing. Training just for the sake of training and being fit is great, but I am someone who gets strongly motivated when I know there's competition involved.
So that's brought me to having 23 fights in two years, which I'm very happy with, but it's lead to some tough obstacles as well. Amateur boxing in Ontario has rules and guidelines set out to protect boxers and keep the focus on safety and well-being. Categories are class as "Sub-Novice (1-5 fights)", "Novice (5-10 fights)", and "Open Class (11+ fights)". This means that a boxer classified as Sub-Novice or Novice are only allowed to fight other boxers with a 7-fight difference, so someone with 1 fight cannot have a sanctioned bout against someone with 10 fights. However, this all changes once you hit 11 fights and enter Open Class. This literally means "Open", open to anyone and everyone (You also take a step up in the length of the bout - men go from 2 minute rounds to 3 minute; females go from 3 rounds to 4). So this means someone with 11 fights could face someone with 110 fights - which is exactly what happened to me in my first Open Class fight at Ontario Championships.
So how does one go into a bout when they know they are generally so clearly outmatched? I was up against a 4-time National champ, 3-time Pan-Am Gold winner, and this was my first step up to 4 rounds and the biggest stage I had faced to-date. I thought about dropping out of the tournament. I knew I wasn't going to beat her, so what was the point? Not only did I not grow up in sport, but I grew up in a home where individual success was not encouraged or rewarded, so self-confidence is something I struggle with daily. This is why coaches exist. Not simply to teach the techniques and tactics of a sport, but to be that outside voice of reason, encouragement and support. Coach Horace Hunter gave me one of my first "stern" talking-to's. He compared the bout to real-life showdown, and one that she would be coming to with a gun, and me with just a knife. Obviously, someone with a gun has a much better chance of winning that fight. But ANYTHING CAN HAPPEN, remember that. The gun could jam, it could run out of bullets, anything. Suddenly that knife in your hand is looking pretty good, no? But you need to actually show up to that fight and believe in your knife, this is the only way you even have a chance. It was a lesson that has stuck with me. Because I bulled through my first 10 fights as fast as possible, I was facing girls who had been boxing 10, 12 years compared to my 1 year, but it didn't matter anymore, we both were coming to fights with our own weapons, I need to believe in mine, that's all that mattered.
Since that fight I've faced National champions, World champions, an Olympian, girls with 10-times the experience I have. I've won fights, I've lost fights, I've been robbed of victories, been the victim of "hometown advantage", I've been through it all. Currently I'm training for a fight in 3 weeks against a girl with over 58 fights, more than double my own, but it doesn't matter. I have my knife, I'm sharpening it, I trust that knife. I may be going in as the under-dog, but they better be ready, cuz I'm coming to fight til that final bell.
Monday 14 January 2013
Back On The Grind
I've just started back at the gym this week after a solid 3+ weeks away from literally all physical activity. After having 5 fights (including against an Olympian and 2 National champions) between October to December, by the time the holidays hit, my body was ready for a rest. I am a huge believer in training hard and being completely ready for every fight, which now means I've become a huge believer in taking time off and resting when it's time.
I fight pretty often, especially for a female in a sport where it can be tough at times to find fights. This means that when I'm in fighting shape and a tournament is coming up, myself and Coach Horace Hunter try very hard to find opponents and fights for me either before or after the tournament, or both if possible. Our principle we try to go by is that when your body and mind is in fighting shape, fight as much as you can for a period of time, and then take some time off because you need it, to recharge your body, heal any injuries and get your mind away from the gym and fighting for a bit. So this time I ended up having 5 fights in under 2 months, basically fighting every other weekend. I loved it. I felt so mentally and physically sharp, very aware of my boxing and my body, it's unlike any other feeling. But it also means by the last fight against Canadian Olympian Mary Spencer, after it was done I was ready for a break.
This break I took 3 weeks away from the gym and because it happened to coincide with Christmas, New Year's, family birthdays, it ended up being completely away from all exercise whatsoever - this is not something I would suggest. This complete lack of all physical activity meant that when I started back this week, my body was put through the wringer. I was the most sore I have ever been. I regretted every minute of my 3 weeks off, and will have to slowly build my body back into fighting shape for the Ontario Provincials at the beginning of March.
So, a new fight season is starting up. This means I've started back full training right away with Conditioning Mondays, Interval on Wednesday, Technical work on Fridays. When starting back after a lay-off, sparring is the last thing to be added. That will be coming this week (more due to sparring partners needing the help than me wanting to get back to it) and it will be rough. My cardio is terrible right now, I'm battling tendinitis, and am being forced to train in unnatural Southpaw stance, but it's all just part of boxing. For a beginner in boxing this would not be advisable. Take your time, get your conditioning up THEN add sparring, don't rush into anything or you risk getting hurt and/or injured. Not worth the risk. But with the experience I have at the point and my well-honed defense, both myself and Horace know that even with my body being at 70%, I can handle myself against my more-experienced sparring partners without too much issue. They may be getting the better of me in sparring right now, but that's just due to my conditioning and they definitely are not running all over me. A few rough sparring sessions aren't anything to get my head down about (This was a HUGE lesson for me to learn) as long as I understand the circumstances behind it. Doesn't mean it's fun, but it's a great motivation to get back into shape quickly.
We'll be looking to do the same thing again this time once I'm back fighting - get as many fights as possible within a few months of each other. This strategy is only possible because Horace teaches me such good defense, meaning I don't take a lot of damage in fights, whether I win or lose. But after 5 or 6 fights, the body is still feeling the aches and pains, the small muscle tears that haven't had a chance to heal, and just the basic grind of training every day. So then it will be time for another small break. But trust me, this time I have learned my lesson. While I will be stepping away from the gym, I'll still try to keep a small amount of activity up, enough to let my body heal but not slip completely out of shape. So still have small 4-5 km runs two or three times a week (just no sprints, yay!), hot yoga 3-4 times to keep muscles loose, and as much stretching as I can remember to do.
So, as usual, lessons have been learned the hard way. Put in the work, be fit and ready for fights. Relax when it's time. Enjoy life away from the ring. But stay active. Trust me, your body will thank you for it.
Friday 4 January 2013
An introduction of sorts...
My name is Bonnie and I am a boxer.
More specifically, I am a female boxer.
To those who may not know, these two things together are somewhat rare. Throw in the fact that I am 28 years old and decided to pick up boxing at age 26 with no sports experience at all, even within the boxing world, this makes me somewhat of an anomaly.
How did such a level-headed (on the surface at least) and sane (to those who don't know me well) girl decide to suddenly pick up a seemingly violent and dangerous sport such as boxing, going as far as to WILLINGLY put herself in line to be punched in the face after exactly 0 years of ever playing any sports?! Well, it started when I stepped on a scale and realized my weight was getting scarily close to 200 pounds. I knew something had to be done, so I joined a gym near my house in Rexdale, Fitness 365, where I quickly discovered one thing - I hated working out. I was at a loss when I noticed in the aerobics room a very fit black man yelling at a large group of people hitting a bag and every one of them was sweating, and more importantly, having fun. This is what I wanted.
I met Horace Hunter, the instructor (the aforementioned fit black man) and for a couple of months I was quite happy taking the boxercise classes offered for free through the gym. I lost about 15 lbs and I felt great. But I noticed before and after the classes Horace would always have people in doing a different workout and every day spending time hitting pads and getting instruction from him. I inquired what the deal was and he told me that he trains professional and amateur boxers for competition outside of class time. The workouts were geared more towards technique and boxing knowledge than just a simple boxercise class. I told him immediately I wanted to do this as I love learning new skills, but it would be based on a few simple things.
1. I would not get hit by anyone
2. I would not spar
3. I will never compete.
All of these rules went out the window within 3 months of training. I had simply been doing boxing for technique and fitness when Horace invited me to come watch one of the guys he trains fight. This guy had been away from the ring for almost 2 years but had started training with Horace recently and had decided to get back in. I went to watch my "teammate" fight in the main event of the show and as I watched him walk through the roaring crowd, raise his arm as his name was introduced, confer with Horace in the corner and ultimately battle his heart out for those 3 rounds, I knew I was done. I had to try it. I had to know what that feeling was like. I called Horace after the show and told him my decision. "Shocked" would be an apt description, especially after he told me after my first fight that he had never considered me a serious contender, I was just "some girl in my boxercise class who said she wanted to learn to box", he thought I would quit within the first month.
So that was it, decision made. My first fight was 6 months later, which I won. Two years from my first fight I now have 23 fights at 150 lbs and along the way have proved everyone from my coach to my family to myself wrong. Myself probably more than anyone. I am capable of standing toe-to-toe in a boxing ring with the best in the world and have complete confidence in myself and my ability. I am strong. I am smart. I am healthy.
I am a boxer.
More specifically, I am a female boxer.
To those who may not know, these two things together are somewhat rare. Throw in the fact that I am 28 years old and decided to pick up boxing at age 26 with no sports experience at all, even within the boxing world, this makes me somewhat of an anomaly.
How did such a level-headed (on the surface at least) and sane (to those who don't know me well) girl decide to suddenly pick up a seemingly violent and dangerous sport such as boxing, going as far as to WILLINGLY put herself in line to be punched in the face after exactly 0 years of ever playing any sports?! Well, it started when I stepped on a scale and realized my weight was getting scarily close to 200 pounds. I knew something had to be done, so I joined a gym near my house in Rexdale, Fitness 365, where I quickly discovered one thing - I hated working out. I was at a loss when I noticed in the aerobics room a very fit black man yelling at a large group of people hitting a bag and every one of them was sweating, and more importantly, having fun. This is what I wanted.
I met Horace Hunter, the instructor (the aforementioned fit black man) and for a couple of months I was quite happy taking the boxercise classes offered for free through the gym. I lost about 15 lbs and I felt great. But I noticed before and after the classes Horace would always have people in doing a different workout and every day spending time hitting pads and getting instruction from him. I inquired what the deal was and he told me that he trains professional and amateur boxers for competition outside of class time. The workouts were geared more towards technique and boxing knowledge than just a simple boxercise class. I told him immediately I wanted to do this as I love learning new skills, but it would be based on a few simple things.
1. I would not get hit by anyone
2. I would not spar
3. I will never compete.
All of these rules went out the window within 3 months of training. I had simply been doing boxing for technique and fitness when Horace invited me to come watch one of the guys he trains fight. This guy had been away from the ring for almost 2 years but had started training with Horace recently and had decided to get back in. I went to watch my "teammate" fight in the main event of the show and as I watched him walk through the roaring crowd, raise his arm as his name was introduced, confer with Horace in the corner and ultimately battle his heart out for those 3 rounds, I knew I was done. I had to try it. I had to know what that feeling was like. I called Horace after the show and told him my decision. "Shocked" would be an apt description, especially after he told me after my first fight that he had never considered me a serious contender, I was just "some girl in my boxercise class who said she wanted to learn to box", he thought I would quit within the first month.
So that was it, decision made. My first fight was 6 months later, which I won. Two years from my first fight I now have 23 fights at 150 lbs and along the way have proved everyone from my coach to my family to myself wrong. Myself probably more than anyone. I am capable of standing toe-to-toe in a boxing ring with the best in the world and have complete confidence in myself and my ability. I am strong. I am smart. I am healthy.
I am a boxer.
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