And I am not a fan of modern day marketed boxing matches.
(My father in law used to box. By all accounts, he was fantastic in the ring, back in the 1950's.)
|Boxing legend, Gene Tunney|
So whilst I am not a fan of what boxing has become, nor of what street fighting used to be, I am in awe of boxing training.
I watch boxers train. every Tuesday night as I run on the treadmill down at the local dusty footy club gym.
And I love to watch them. Really love to watch them.
Men and women, traditional and kick boxing.
I watch the sets, the moves, the jabs, the crosses.
The lunges and the dips, the footwork, the hooks.
From boxers handshake to barn burner, and everything in between, I love to watch them.
I watch them as I run on the treadmill.
Watching them train with such speed and timing and grace: it makes me run harder, and faster.
No lycra here, just wrapped hands, loud music of a boxer beat, the smell of canvas and dust, and an air of concentration and power.
Power punches and counter punches, in training, are like an enigmatic dance.
Male or female, adonis or palooka, there is a focus and grace to the uppercuts and the slides.
As I said, I am not a fan of violence, in any form.
But I am a fan of watching people dedicate themselves to getting better at what they do.
Because that makes me try harder.
Have you ever watched boxers train?
Have you ever boxed?
What inspires you to try harder?