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LEARNING BOXING IS HARD...

”description”Dear Diary: The last week has been really hard. Now I know how difficult it is to be a professional boxer. Well, actually I still don’t know how hard that is, but I can imagine it’s really hard if I feel like this and I’m only training for one little fight. When I decided lat week to train for this fight, I don’t think I realised just how hard it would be. I’m pretty fit, I thought, I can do this no problem!....
But I didn’t even consider that there was a jump rope to learn, as well as a speed bag, a heavy bag, a double ender, as well as all the punches – the jab, the cross, the uppercut, the hook (my particular Haymaker) as well as having to point my left foot forward, keep my weight on my back foot, chin down, eyes up, left shoulder forward, keep moving and the big one – avoid those punches. I am now sparring with a dude who’s older than Mike, and yesterday he cracked me in the head so hard, I practically spun around – which losses you points BTW. Don’t worry, I gave him the Haymaker in the gut to get him back and am pretty sure I hurt him. Talking of being hurt, my social life has come to a screeching halt. I am training for at least two and a half hours a day between the boxing gym and Pure Austin, and as well as taking my Blue dog out to the lake and cooking all the special meals that I need, I’m exhausted and in bed by 9.30pm. SO this is what it’s like to be Mike… I’m hoping that as I get more used to this training and the boxing life, it will hurt me less. Already today I noticed a difference. When I got out of bed this morning, my calf muscles didn’t cramp so hard I fell over. Bonus.

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