Tuesday, September 17, 2013

Breathe life into how you move, how boxing could be just what you need right now.

The first introduction most people might have to the sport of boxing is sometimes at a young age in uncle Joe's makeshift sparring ring in his basement, Or, one might have been exposed to the sport unfortunately when Mike Tyson's ear-biting fiasco hit the headlines. Whatever the memory, one can't help but question the audacity of two humans stepping into the ring for the ultimate purpose of hurting each other. Besides it's apparent pugilism, one thing is for sure - boxers are in great shape for a reason: the training!

So what would it be like to train like a boxer and possess the six pack of a boxer without the sentencing to the ring? Frankly, it would be very possible - it IS possible! In fact, all one needs is access to a heavy bag (most gyms these days offer at least one or are open to the suggestion of including one in their facility) a pair of gloves, some instruction and a great big heart! What better way to invigorate an otherwise boring fitness regime then to strap on the leather and hit something that doesn't hit back?

The art of boxing and it's training has become more and more recognized as a great way to get in shape and relieve stress at the same time. It's popularity in local gyms has been fueled over the last 20 years since the rise of respected women in the sport such as Christy Martin who has been known to be a pioneer for women's boxing. Other celebrities such as Queen Latifa and Will Smith have made public claims on the benefits of their training experience with boxing. At the same time, MMA and UFC has received much attention since it's impressive introduction to the masses in the 90's with its' very strong marketing strategy. In my opinion, the institution of MMA has done a really good job at connecting with their fans while continuing to build and inspire people to follow the stories of these athlete's who live for the fight. And this is where I believe boxing is failing to meet the average person who doesn't know where to begin and has not been shown how great they can feel! So I realize the importance of my passion which is to introduce boxing to that person who otherwise would never have tried it. I want to breath life into this activity which continues to change people's lives right in front of my eyes.

  • Improve your cardiovascular output and overall endurance
  • Increase lean muscle tissue 
  • Lose fat! most notably first in your arms, stomach and back
  • Boost your self-confidence and awareness
  • Improve coordination and reflexes 
  • Immediate stress release and increase mental focus
  • Creative outlet with no fixed routine
  • Enhance your quality of sleep
  • Feel a general sense of accomplishment!

With so much passion and love for what I do, I can only succeed with what I have to offer when people are ready to receive. When they are ready, I am willing; one punch, slip, move and step at a time.

Come train like a boxer and feel like a champ today!

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Friday, September 13, 2013

One more time

Training for a fight usually meant idle hands during down time, so I expressed myself writing poetry:

...sound of the bell, 
   skip of the rope,
  a trickle of sweat forms atop my forehead as my body temperature rises
         preparing itself for the onslaught of training.
my eyes are fixed as part of mental ritual, I've performed this routine before, many times, 
but somehow it doesn't seem any more easy
the intensity is extreme, each time my limits are tested
    each time one more notch
    every punch one octave higher
ONE MORE TIME my coach demands.
I'm hovered over the last combination I just pounded out
sucking in air like a hoover vacuum, my eyes beg him for mercy
mercy for my aching muscles, my swollen knuckles
he doesn't flinch...I do it ONE MORE TIME.

I step into the ring. My training resembles that of programming a machine.
Wind me up and set me loose, I look across to size her up but I don't seek out her eyes, not until hers find mine to plead for mercy.

...sound of the bell,
my steps are ginger, punches precise, breathing steady
a trickle of sweat forms atop my forehead as my body temperature rises
preparing itself for the onslaught 
I'm about to feed her.

My body is my arsenal:
my feet follow my legs follow my hips follow my waist follow my shoulders follow my fists follow my eyes which are my binoculars, focused on her every move
my hands spit out bullets but it is my heart which never lets me down when it is engorged with plenty.
                            She is hovered over the last combination I just pounded out
her eyes fine mine, pleading for mercy
mercy for her rocky ride, her deflated pride
I don't flinch, I do it ONE MORE TIME.

Yvette Raposo, 2003

What feeling do you want to anchor?

And when you get there, how will you know?