Been working with No Gray LL Ray since last August. Five days a week. Drills and more sparring than I’ve ever done. It’s been a step up in the quality of my training which means I have been simultaneously more excited and more completely discouraged than I have ever been in a boxing gym. Some days are like a rebirth as I find my power and practice defensive moves I’ve never been able to do before. Other days, I feel like the worst sort of weak-willed ninny idiot piece of crap.
And it goes like that: up and down. A lot like….well, like life, I suppose – which is also why it means so much to me. Hanging on during this “breaking-down-rebuilding” period is not easy. All of the tiny operational existential fears and doubts and inadequacies that I am normally able to keep locked down in an emotional Tupperware in my mind – all that oozy, ugly, fearful shit – all that shit has been bubbling to the surface lately…and in boxing, you either deal with that shit or get handled by it. (and by “handled” I mean, get PUNCHED in the FACE)
And I am learning the reality of that saying, that in the ring, you fight two people – your opponent and your self. Your puny, scared, mindfuckeried, self-doubting, excuse-brandishing, cowering, quivering self. You fight down to your raw nerve endings, and then you keep going. Failure is not only an option, it is an inevitability, because boxing does not hand out gifts for free. Everything you have, you earn. You earn it by drilling, working, sweating. And maybe most of all, you earn it in those moments when you are failing, and failing, and failing – and everyone can see you failing and it makes you feel like a damn fool but somehow – YOU GET BACK UP AND YOU KEEP GOING.
Here’s to you, friends. (Friend? Jen, maybe still out there?)
Here’s to whatever you have in your life that pushes you down, and here’s to your ability to get back up, shake it off, and punch it in the face.
BAM!
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