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Training in the Malaysian heat

I can see why some people prefer to do their training (and their living) somewhere warm!  You’d be forgiven for thinking I’ve been physically inactive for the last four weeks but I’ve been training everyday in the Malaysian heat.   Before I left home, I downloaded a whole bunch of YouTube clips of Vasyl Lomachenko practicing his shadowboxing and some of his movements on the heavy bag so I’ve spent the last four weeks putting my study into practice.  I’ve really enjoyed it and there isn’t a day where I’m thankful that I’ve found something I really enjoy that takes my mind and my body away from here.

I’ve lost some more weight but it’s not hard when you’re training in this kind of 26 to 30 degree Celcius heat (79 – 86F).  I’ll have to weigh myself when the boat is moored alongside later this week but the last time I checked I was hovering around 71 kg with my body dehydrated.  I had a moment where I was thinking where all this training is going…  Maybe there shouldn’t be a point.   Maybe I should just enjoy it for however long my body can keep up.   I’m moving a lot better though and I’ve put a lot of time into the training since April.  That’s what life offshore is like.  You can set yourself up so you don’t do anything except work and train everyday and I have.

I managed to get hold of the Pacquiao – Vargas fight.  It was great to see a 37-year old Pacquiao out-score and out-box a man ten years his junior and win back his title.  I’m not saying I’m anything like Pacquiao but if you look after yourself and train hard, you can still accomplish things.

Mind you, I think a younger Pacquiao wouldn’t have let the fight go to twelve rounds but he looked happy in that ring.  He’s always got a smile on his face when he walks on and why wouldn’t he?  Pacquiao was homeless on the streets of Manilla and eventually got paid handsomely doing something he clearly loves and does so well.

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This is one of places I train on this boat.  It’s outdoors but I’m thankful there’s shelter from the sun.  It can get really warm!  I normally shadowbox on the helideck in the sun for 25 minutes before I spend another half an hour on this heavy bag.  There’s not enough space to move 360-degrees around but I can still pivot 180 degrees  in the way I’ve seen Lomachenko practice that move so many times.  One day I might even be able to execute that against someone rather than practice it on the bag.  I’ll do other things additionally like do interval training and run on the treadmill a few times a week so my body’s still getting a good balance.

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This is my cabin.  Small!  I’ve actually made it pretty cosy.  That’s a rug I bought when I was in Indonesia a couple of years ago and I just keep it on the boat.  I think I’ll bring a poster, or two, back with me since I’ll be working over Christmas this year.  It’d be good to have something nice on those bare walls.  I like how my cabin’s become a sanctuary for me.  I can just close that door and I feel relaxed.  I think it’s the rug that ties the room together!  You can see my yellow boxing shoes on that transport box next to an older Mark I PS3.  What have I been playing on that?  Fight Night 4 of course! lol.  I am going to buy Fight Night Champion when I go home.  Give me something to do when I come back for Christmas (Besides more training!).  Right now I’m just looking forward to going home.

 

True mastery in boxing?

In boxing, the cultivation of  skill requires not only sound mechanics, but also an appreciation of timing, distance and rhythm.  Mastery of these qualities allows a boxer to apply his (or her) techniques most advantageously, when one is in an optimum position to attack or defend and the opponent is not.

Thus, correct application is what governs ring craft and should always be ranked above technique.  Anyone can throw a punch, but not everyone can position themselves to throw an effective punch without taking one in return.  

Controlling distance; mastering timing; setting up the opponent; hitting and not getting hit: that is boxing.

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Did you like that? I read that first from a guy named Lee Wylie.  I was studying a YouTube video of a southpaw boxer named Guillermo Rigondeaux which he made. (His channel name is  LeeWylie1 for anyone interested.)  Brixham Boxing Club have also cribbed a sentence or two.   Maybe Lee borrowed those words from somewhere else or maybe they’re his own but it’s a nice explanation of boxing.

I got back home 15 days ago and yesterday was my first supervised training.  I’ve actually been popping into Lusby’s Gym a few times just training by myself and training at home too.  I was slightly over middle-weight when I came home but a few days ago I managed to get back down to 75kg.  That strange obsession with my weight won’t go away.  Maybe it’s because I’m scared I’ll just pork right back up again.

I’m still enjoying it though.  Something about the training seems to calm me down.  Takes my mind off things.   As sad as it sounds, a lot of my internet time is spent on YouTube trawling for professional boxers training on the heavy bag, shadow boxing and how a person can train just using household items.  I love watching the Ukrainan boxer, Vasyl Lomachenko.  He’s a wonderful boxer to watch.  It’s like he’s on ice skates when he pivots around.  You can see him practicing those movements on a heavy bag.  Mayweather’s another one.  They do these open-training sessions that the press and media can watch and while they’re not hitting the bag full force, it’s just a gentle tap-tap-tap-tap.  You can set a metronome to it.  He’s there for over 10 minutes continuously.  It’s more tiring than it looks.

I find watching videos like that always freshens up your training; gives you new things to try; makes you think about your own form, your own learning.

Back to the one-to-one training Gary, I spent the session doing bag drills with exercises in-between.  So…

4 different bags in total.

2 minutes on each bag and a different exercise straight after the 2 minutes:

Bag#1 – 20 burpees

Bag#2 – 30 push ups

Bag#3 – 30 double-leg mountain climbs

Bag#4 – 30 crunches

That whole exercise was repeated again except it changed to one minute of rapid punching with the exercises halved.  Trust me, together with the punching, I was pretty tired afterwards.  We finished off with 2 rounds of Gary and the foam sticks.

When my hour was up, I spent another 45 minutes on my own practicing what I saw Lomachenko and Mayweather do on the heavy bags.  It was good that Gary got to see me move after 5 weeks away.  I’ll have to ask him later but I wonder if I’m moving a lot smoother and what I look like on the bags.  Do I look clumsy? Do I look like I know how to box? Somewhere in between?  Form is hard to maintain when you’re tired but I guess that’s why you train.  One of these days I’ll get a tripod for that GoPro camera I won and I can check if I’m moving correctly.


Beauty of style and harmony and grace and good rhythm depend on simplicity – Plato.

During the heat of battle a boxer has very little time to think.  Time spent on wasted motion and flashy moves is time spent getting hit.  True excellence in boxing, as in most arts, is achieved through mastery of the basics and doing the simple things well. – Lee Wylie

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10 rounds and some fear factor

I’d already had an hour’s session in the morning when Jim poked his head into the instrument room in the afternoon and asked if I fancied doing some sparring.  That morning consisted of a 4km run and around half an hour of drills on the heavy and double end bag.  I was going to do another session in the evening but I didn’t expect to take my body into battle in the evening.

I had a little more trepidation this time.  Maybe because I knew my body had only just recovered from the 12 rounds on Sunday but I wanted to warm up this time.  Jim has his own 12oz gloves and I tried dropping a hint to him as he was wrapping up his hands mentioning there were some unworn 16oz gloves in the gym but he didn’t bite.  I have my pair of 16oz gloves which I always use but I also have a pair of 12oz I took with me, this time.  I haven’t used those yet, this trip.  Jim has only 12oz and it’s a slight advantage.  I didn’t do too badly last 12 rounds so I didn’t mind doing the same again.

One punch of his came and somehow slipped through a gap in my head guard and partially onto my right eye.  It rocked me back and I had to stop momentarily and shake that off.  I wondered if I was going to have a black eye but I had to put that to the back of my mind.  That was only Round 2.

I’ve been boxing for just shy of 6 months now and to be honest, the time and practice that I’ve put in equates more than what an average person would do.  But if you talk ring-craft, I only hold around 24 rounds of experience.  It shows.  I still have tendencies to turn away, my feet are not always balanced, I’m leaning forward or back a little too much.  There are a few hooks that come my way that I don’t even see coming and although a head guard can block off some peripheral vision, that’s lazy eyes on my part.  It tells me I’m not reading body language or aware enough yet.

Jim had gone for a run right before the sparring as well and I know he felt tired too.  It was near Round 7 we decided just to take it to 10 rounds only (and not 12) but even then I was flagging a little.  The first 12 rounds I practiced in that first week, my footwork was way better – I circled around much more and I was much more active.  This session, by the time I reached the 8th, all I wanted to do was Philly-shell up and keep Jim at bay but you can’t do that.  Even though you’re too tired to throw, you have to look like you want to throw otherwise you’re only inviting the other guy onto you.

I managed to survive the 10 rounds but I have a raft of questions that were in my head, that are still in my head today.  They’re all about how I can improve my balance so I am always in a position to throw punches.  Like someone commented… Boxing is about balance.  Keeping yours and taking it away from the other guy.

The two blows to my right pectoral that stopped me dead in my tracks during the sparring made it painful for me to sit up in my bed last night and this morning but it’s minimal stuff.  I’m going to give myself a week from Sunday before the next sparring.  I’m also going to put on my 12 oz gloves next time if Jim continues to wear his.  That will make it even.  My hand speed will be faster.  Faster to come back and protect my head, faster to jab out and ward him off.

Last night was good but I felt trepidation and I didn’t have that the first session.  Maybe because I knew this time I wasn’t 100% and maybe I knew Jim was faster than me which got into my head a little bit.  The bag work, the running, the jumping rope, the drills… that’s where you go to get the techniques.  Sparring?  That’s where you go to learn to fight.  You come to understand what works in the ring for you and what doesn’t work, what you’re doing good and what you’ve got to improve on.  It can’t be about you and someone else inflicting pain on each other – that’s pointless.  If I match up in glove weight with my opponent that will help me answer some more questions, I’m certain of that.  I won’t make that mistake again next session.  I’m getting hit more than Jim, that’s what I feel at least.  That’s not just down to the weight difference in gloves, of course not.  They call boxing The Sweet Science and in science experiments you need certain variables to remain constant in order to solve the other unknowns.

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Powers of recuperation

I remember reading this interview that Arnold Schwarzeneggar did while on the set of Terminator 3 way back when he was making a comeback as an action star (he must have been in his early sixties) and something he said stayed with me.  It was, “Look, I feel great.  I can do everythng I did when I was thirty years old… it just takes me longer to recover from it.”

Arnie nailed that last part in a nutshell.

Those 12 rounds that I sparred, you don’t realize it until after but parts of my body feel like they’ve been tenderized by a meat mallet.  I blocked off a large portion of shots and obviously Jim and me weren’t going at it hammer and tongs style but occassionally, some blows sneak through and the punches absorbed by the defense of your arms and shoulders… you can feel those the day after.

When I mentioned to Jim I was still aching yesterday I was thankful he said the same.  I think it would have demoralized me if he turned and looked puzzled at me and said “No, I feel great.”

The sparring was Sunday and this is Wednesday.  I took Tuesday-night training off and my body felt better this morning for it.  I think I may have been caught under my right arm, somewhere close to my armpit).  It’s tender when I throw an uppercut.  I just gave away my Ibuprofen to a guy who woke up with a cranky neck but I may ask for a couple of tablets back!

I’ve just been eating vegetables and rice this whole week.  I’m not a vegetarian so I’ll happily spoon the sauce from the cook’s chicken curry (for example) with my vegetables!  I can’t quite bring myself to give up desert though!  Saturday I’m going to let myself eat a steak.  Just the steak though.  Rare, bloody.  I can’t wait!  (To hell with it – I need some protein, right? I didn’t bring any Vega with me this time)

We were going to do another sparring session this Sunday which I’m really looking forward to but then Jim just walked into the instrument room just now (now being Thursday) and asked if I was alright for tonight.   I thought about it for a split second before I said yes.  I read a lot of comments on people who sparred for the first time.  There’s a handful that had an awful first-time experience being paired up inappriopriately or having a masochistic coach that insisted on the beginner “toughing it out” as a kind of ritual rather than something useful and progressive.  That’s such a waste.  How many good people who could have really enjoyed and become decent boxers were lost because of someone like that, teaching them?  I can only hope they found another club eventually and felt a little better about themselves instead of being made to feel useless.

When the buzzer goes on my iPod app and we touch gloves the adrenalin is already there.  Sometimes with things like this there’s a fight or flight response that kicks in.  Every animal has it.  If someone spits in your face in the middle of the street society tells you that it’s inaproproate and unlawful to to retaliate and those things are in the back of your head (for many decent civilians out there).  Most people aren’t cowardly – they’re only concerned about the repercusions – that’s what civilisation does to you.  But in a ring, you’re training.  The conditions are fair.  If you can hit me then I can certainly hit you back.  You’re free.  Truly free of any burden.   Some people go through life and don’t get the chance to experience what that’s like.

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Going 12 rounds

I’m back on the boat and training a couple of times a day, again.  That’s the good thing about working offshore – you get a lot of time to contemplate and focus on things.  I decided yesterday to make a legitimate effort to get down to welterweight which is 69 kg, 155 lbs (At the moment I weigh 74 kg, 163 lbs) – I’m on a diet of only rice, vegtables and fish.  I said my last goodbye to Steak Saturdays and I bypassed (what Rich described as) one of the best offshore lasagnes I’ve seen.  I’m not giving up waffles on a Sunday and Wednesday though.  Screw that – I want to box, not be a saint!

I’ll try at least! I don’t want to end up looking like Christian Bale in “The Machinist” and if I start to feel weak when I train then I’ll know I’m maybe not supposed to hovering around that weight.  I’ve not got a weight disorder or anything like that – it’s just that everyone has a weight, at a given age, where their body is in its best condition: Minimal fat, lean muscle, a heart like a whale.  Just this once, I’d like to go for that – before the Good Lord starts to take it away from me little by little. 🙂

Yesterday was a real treat.  I’m onboard a boat and Jim is here too – this time we’ve both got our head gear with us and Jim’s around my weight and height so yesterday evening, after shift we did twelve , three-minute minute rounds of sparring.  I was pleasantly surprised I made it through to the last round.  I was dropped around the eighth or ninth round though.  One of Jim’s punches caught me right on the solar plexus.  I’ve never been hit there before.  You don’t feel anything for a split second (apart from hearing a nice meaty “smack”)  Then it feels like something is going to come out from your mouth.  I dropped down to one knee and spat out my gum shield unsure if I was going to throw up.  I tried to give myself a count and was up and around not long after 10 seconds maybe.  I got caught a few times during those twelve rounds.  One right hook in particular, caught me flush on the ear and I swear I could hear ringing for the next five seconds.

It’s tiring to put yourself within range of a person’s fists and then punch, block and then move out quickly.  You’re having to do that constantly.

That may not sound fun but you feel really alive facing someone.  Not all sports can give you that kind of a buzz.  Probably because the person opposite you is aiming to punch you!  Maybe I’m trying to defend boxing as a sport here… there’s no question there’s an element of violence but it’s built on a foundation of fairness and respect first.  Perhaps that seperates it from other forms like mixed martial arts.  That’s not to say that there isn’t respect in that sport, of course there is but combat sports like MMA are purely about fighting, where anything goes.

I like sparring.  You get to see first hand where all your training is going and what you still have to work on.  I don’t think it would be healthy to spar twelve rounds more than once a week though.  You don’t want to end up getting “punchy”.  I had a shower afterwards and went to bed happy, I really did.  I was up this morning shadowboxing, trying to work more on my movement.  It’s like that when you enjoy something.

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Sparring, speed-dating style

It wasn’t the 2 hour open session slot that got me in the end.  That was actually pretty civilized.  I had a shower afterwards and made myself a cup of tea and sat in the lounge while I waited for the kids class to finish.  It was the sparring.  Those old hurts got to me in the end.  Someone cuffed me on my bad elbow and I could feel that nerve crippling numbness shooting straight up my arm.  Anyway, I just shelled up and moved around for the rest of the round waiting for my elbow to stop throbbing.

It was a touch too busy.  You’ve got like sixteen or more people waiting to spar and the whole thing is like masochistic speed date where you find a partner, spar 3-minutes and then a minute’s rest and then find another partner.  The other problem is that if you’re not in a ring you’re just fighting to find some open floor space.  I can count a handful of occasions where I must have bumped into a hanging bag or some other guy.  I watched as one guy moved backwards, tripped over something and flew backwards straight onto his back, onto the mat.

I was so conscious of where I was in relation to everything else I didn’t feel like I could move feely enough at times.  It’s not like a ring where you know its set dimensions.

It does seem like a weird speed date because there’s such a mix of people of different abilities.  One kid had the strangest movement you’ve ever seen.  It was wild.  It was like watching Ben Stiller when he’s dancing in that movie Along Came Polly and he’s jigging side to side.  If I wasn’t concentrating so much I may have actually smiled.  I can’t see me going to something like this again any time soon.

I preferred the open training because it’s still only 4pm – people are at work, there’s only a handful of people – maybe five or so.  You can just walk up to someone and ask them if they fancy a spar. I don’t know how to describe that – it just feels like a more natural, organic experience.

I did actually approach someone with his trainer at the open training but he apologized and explained he’d just had laser eye surgery so he was strictly only doing pad work for a while.  That was a good conversation actually!

The speed dating-style sparring…  I got through seven rounds with different people. I missed having the guidance of one-to-one with someone watching over me pointing out stuff.  If you’re up against someone better they’ll give you some advice and there was a couple of people who spoke to me afterwards and I appreciated that.

… people learning to box are some of the friendliest people you’ll come across.  Everyone’s helpful.  Maybe it’s because it’s a hard sport to learn or that it can take so much out of you.  It’s like a strange family you don’t know but you share something underneath.

I was driving home and I was trying to think about what I had learned from that session.  Well, I tried using a Philly Shell defence and I actually really liked it so I think I’ll persevere with that kind of a style.  I managed to roll off a few blows to my head that glanced harmlessly off my shoulder.  There’s a whole lot of stuff to learn though.  Like when someone jabs I need to practice jabbing back over the top of it or hooking with my lead right and not just ducking.  General ring craft stuff.  There’s nothing like being humbled by other boxer to make you concentrate on how hard you have to work in future.

I’m looking forward to next time I’m home and Gary’s back from his holiday and I can hopefully show him some more stuff in the ring and he can give me some constructive feedback to work on.  Like I say, that’s what I missed most of all.  I don’t think I did too badly for a someone who’s just been boxing for a little under half a year but there’s a lot of learning ahead.

My elbow’s still sore this morning.  I had to brush my teeth with my other hand!  I need to rest.

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Studying boxing – trying to probe and defend

I was still thinking about my sparring experience from last week and how I reacted against Umar who had a slight size advantage and more experience.  I wasn’t throwing nearly as many punches against Umar because I was a lot more wary of him so I figure I need to learn and practice techniques for probing someone’s defence without getting whacked in the chin.

So what I enjoyed doing for some of yesterday was trawling YouTube for videos of pros and amateurs boxing.  I found a highlight reel someone made of Lomachenko’s, a gifted Ukranian southpaw boxer.  It was really interesting from a boxing perspective.  He’ll do things like “paw” away at your guard with light taps and then suddenly he’ll change the tempo and ferocity of his punch.  Another thing is he’ll feint a lot and watch your reaction and then he’ll employ the same feint again shortly after.  But because he knows how you’re going to react to it, Lomachenko will punch through whatever gap is created.  That all sounds like simple stuff but to have the intelligence and speed of thought to employ it while you’re in a fight is really impressive.  Plus his movement is really good.  In and out, side to side.  I really enjoyed watching him box on those videos.

I also caught some highlight reels of Floyd Mayweather Junior.  I never really watched any of his fights.  All I heard was that he “runs” and doesn’t want to box but when I watched the videos of him, I didn’t see a man running from anything.  His defence is absolutely amazing.  The way he tucks himself into that shell and just dips and rolls away from someone trying to hit him.  Most of the time his opponents are punching thin air.

I went on Expertboxing and used Pinterest to save little guides of the tricks Mayweather will try.  One thing he does is he’ll just sort of lunge in with a jab and he’ll just duck and roll away immediately after.  He’s just probing someone’s defence – something I need to learn to do.

I went on a run this morning to warm up and used my double end bag in my garage to practice the things I need for when I spar against someone.  So I tried probing jabs where I just come in and quickly duck out of the way of the bag.  Quick in; quick out.  I’d practice a quick two or three punch combination and get my body into a shell like I see Mayweather doing.  (I’m trying to create some muscle memory so that my reactions become more like an instinct)  I want my hands to automatically be in a certain position when I’m trying to pull away from someone.

I really enjoyed that session.  I’ll let you know if it helped when I try and put some of this stuff into practice next week but I’m a great believer in practice makes permanent.

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Those videos I studied below and the links so you can have a look if you’re interested!


I’ve moved to a self-hosted site

As of yesterday, I’ve moved from WordPress.com to a self-hosted site.  That basically means that if you’re following my blog, unless you’re following via email, you won’t be notified whenever I publicize a new post.  It won’t appear in the Reader anymore.

If you want to continue being updated you can just go to my website and “follow by email” which is available on the sidebar.

I really enjoy interacting with my readers and try to comment where I can – it always gives me a lot of encouragement to see people replying to stuff so I think it’s really important.  I’ve also struck up some good friendships in the blogosphere and I’d love to carry on doing that as well.  I’ll be sure to log into WordPress regularly and check my reader.  I’ve already started to visit followers sites so I can follow them via email.

Thanks everyone!

 

Heavy bag drills on a hot day

23.1°C was the max temperature recorded by the Met today in Glasgow.  That’s 73.6°F.  Pretty warm for Scotland!  It was hard going in the gym today.  The heat that seemed to hang in the air… my arms weren’t tired from punching but my chest felt really heavy like I was fighting for more oxygen.

My trainer played a dirty trick on me today too.

Gary: Pick a number from one to nine.

Me: Errr, okay… seven.

Gary: Okay that’s seven of the heavy bags.  So you’re going to do a two minutes on each bag followed by 30 seconds of fast punching and then I’ll give you an exercise of ten reps, (push-ups, jumping squats or crunches) and then onto the next bag.

Me: Shit.

I was wasted just after three of those bags.  Imagine how I felt when I looked at the other side of the room at the other four bags waiting for me.  I had very-little to nothing-left when I reached the last bag.

I enjoyed some of the pad work too.  There’s something really satisfying about popping some light shots off a pad that someone’s holding.  I got some slip training in as well – rolling my shoulders so that blows glance off me.  I’d love to do more of that so I can become quicker at it and become one of those really annoying slick fighters with good head movement.  Hard to hit, technically good so I could box my way out of trouble rather than be a brawler.  That was my dream but I don’t think you can pick the type of boxer you become anymore than you can pick whether you’re a man or a woman.  You are what you are and eventually your true nature reveals itself.

I had this moment near the end where I looked at Gary and said… “I’ll do whatever you want  me to.  I’m yours for this hour.  Just call it chief and I’ll do my best.”

Maybe it sounds hokey but I like moments like that.  That’s a warrior’s promise.  Yes I’m paying for Gary’s time but if you give me your time, I’ll forsake whatever physical disadvantages I have and be the best boxer I can be.  A person’s body, your physical beauty  – whether you believe that’s God-given or an act of nature – it has a finite shelf life and because of that, your journey and the destination, you have to think about it a little.  What do I want from this?  – That kind of thing.

I have to admit though… I miss the adrenaline rush and the buzz of being inside the ring.  It’s weird.  Nothing seems to compare to it.  I have practiced Kendo which is a Japanese form of fencing but nothing compares to that feeling I had being inside a ring.  You feel so alive, so wired up.

I miss it and I feel a bit like a junkie wondering when my next fix is going to be.  Gary’s taking some vacation time next week.  He’s back to Australia for two weeks so I’m fitting two one-to-one sessions this week before he goes so I don’t lose training time with him.

I think what I may do while he is away is drive down to SK Boxing Gym down in Govan – they have a couple of nights where they have an hour’s session dedicated to sparring…

… I’m hoping I can find a dance partner.

One thing though… I’m a student of Lusby’s Boxing Gym, Gary’s my trainer and although we’re not a large gym I’m very proud of those roots.  Whatever gym I choose to practice at – whoever I’m sparring against, I never forget that.

Gary on the right, me on the left at Lusby’s Boxing Gym.

Making shapes with shadow boxing

 

I spend a lot of time searching YouTube for pro boxers and their shadow boxing routines.  Something to do with my trainer always telling me to keep loose and keep flowing so I’m always looking for examples.

I started learning to shadow box by reading a guide by Johnny N then watching YouTube videos of Paul Williams, Manny Pacquiao, then Amir Khan, even an Instagram clip of Ivan Delgado.  Yesterday I came across Chris Eubank Junior’s 10-minute warm up.

His warm up was really impressive.  He’s stretching all his limbs and in between he’s shadowboxing – really small arm and shoulder movements at times but what I found impressive was watching him practice shifting his body weight:  A small step back, a little shuffle right, a subtle tilt of his body left.  Really deliberate.  It was like watching a sleek panther limbering up and moving.  Just watching him made me want to  start throwing and that was around midnight.

Like watching performance art.


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You’re always lucky if you find something that makes you feel free.  Exercise can be a horrible thing (I personally hate interval training!) but I don’t think of boxing as exercise (or football/soccer) – more about expression.  Hope everyone reading this has an activity that makes them feel the same.  It’s good to unburden the soul.