Alright, so yesterday I tried something new – boxing at Turning Stone. Never thought I’d be throwing punches, but hey, figured why not?
First, I drove out there. It’s a bit of a haul, but the place is pretty big, you know? Found the boxing gym tucked away in one corner. Walked in, and immediately you hear the thump-thump-thump of gloves hitting bags and the coach yelling stuff. Kinda intimidating, not gonna lie.
Signed up for a beginner’s session. They wrapped my hands, which felt kinda cool, like I was getting ready for a real fight or something. Then, they handed me these massive gloves. Felt like I was wearing pillows on my hands.
The coach started with the basics. Stance, jab, cross. Over and over. My arms were burning after like five minutes. He kept saying, “Rotate your hips! Use your legs!” Felt super awkward at first, like I was just flailing around. But slowly, I started to get the hang of it. I mean, not really, but a little.
Then, he moved us to the heavy bags. Now, this was where it got fun. Just wailing on this big, heavy thing. He showed us a few combos – jab-cross-hook, stuff like that. Trying to remember it all while punching was a trip. I definitely looked like a total newbie, but who cares? I was hitting stuff!
Did some footwork drills too, moving around the ring. My legs were screaming. I’m definitely not in boxing shape, that’s for sure.
We finished with some conditioning – push-ups, sit-ups, the whole shebang. By the end, I was soaked in sweat and totally beat. But you know what? It felt awesome.
What I learned:
- Boxing is way harder than it looks.
- My arms are weaker than I thought.
- Hitting things is a great way to relieve stress.
Would I do it again?
Hell yeah! It was a killer workout, and I actually learned something new. Plus, I got to punch stuff without getting arrested. I’m thinking of signing up for a few more sessions. Maybe I’ll be the next Rocky Balboa… or maybe I’ll just keep flailing around like an idiot. Either way, it’ll be fun.
