Sparring

Tonight at training I slogged my guts out. I wont bore you with the minutiae of what I did but suffice it to say I was dripping with sweat. John, my coach, chose the moment I had just finished on the heavy bag to tell me I was sparring.

I dashed to get my sparring gear on and got in the ring. I was in with his son Louis, who is lighter than me but is the hardest hitter I have been in with. He pushed me hard and gave no quarter, not that I asked for it. I did well I thought, moved around well, got in some good shots when in close and for the most part, avoided the bombs. He got me with some but I just shook them off. We went for 4 rounds and by the halfway part of the last round I was knackered, breathing hard. When John called time, I was too tired to even speak! John though told me I had done brilliantly and he was well pleased with me.

You know what?

That instantly lifted any fatigue.

I felt, and still do feel, well happy. A lot of what I do is for me but at the same time, any praise I get from John is worth it’s weight in gold and when I fight, it’ll be as much for him as it is for me.

More on this later.