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There's no crying in boxing...

”description”Dear Diary: My fight is so close now, that I can almost smell it. certainly feel it - right in the kisser. On Saturday, while I was sparring with this professional lady boxer, I got punched so hard, square in the face that I almost cried. And I'm not joking when I say this, I really felt the tears welling, and that I got that I want my mummy feeling. Three times actually. Honestly, I kept saying to myself, there's no crying in boxing! Get yourself together woman, and then BAM! Along came another jab that would spin my head and produce stars in my eyes...
After those three very hard rounds, I was sent to do some mitts. This is where I hit the guy holding up his hands. Unfortunately, I was so tired my hands would hardly work. I was so exhausted and frustrated that I started complaining, saying things like, I'm just not cut out for this, and I suck and I just don't like being hit in the face. My trainer didn't like this. He looked at it another way. "Stop being Vain", he said. "You just need to know that you're going to get punched in the face and take it." Of course, I just wanted to cry again, so I didn't say anything, but when I got home, I really thought about it. Maybe this is what boxing's all about. Just completely letting go and facing your inner most fears. Maybe I might end up with a bigger bump on my nose than I've already got? Maybe people will see me looking terrible at the mall with my fat lip and black eyes and treat me like a victim of domestic abuse? Maybe I'll look dumb in the big headgear, bulky booby pads and men's satin shorts with my name on? Maybe the pictures of me all bloodied up make small children cry? Maybe, I'll even lose the fight. But you know what I've decided? I don't care. I will own all these things, hold my head high, work as hard as I can, then a little bit more, and I will walk proudly. Whatever happens, I will win.

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