Inside the ropes everything makes literal sense.
A punch has velocity and angles- such simplicity. You must master your response system- constantly picking up reactionary speed.
The onslaught doesn’t slow down for your emotional processing- it continues, uninvited forcing you into looking at yourself long and hard. Who are you when it really hits the fan? You think you know, but I’ll let you in on a little secret.
Unless you’re a boxer, or you’ve experienced fast paced duress, you probably have no clue who you are in that space.
It’s a rude awakening at first. A questioning to the bone. You think you get a handle on yourself and then you find out, There’s levels to this ISH.
Each new push into the unknown reveals a part of me I don’t like…..EVERY TIME. It’s the cold hard look in the mirror of, yes, I still have those reactions that get me no where. That slight flinch, the push- away….the tension, the clenched jaw, or the holding of breath. Ya, there’s levels.
I prefer the fine tuning of physical to mental to emotional……and back again. If you come in the gym and it seems I am somewhere else…..I’m not…..I’m right here in the trenches, in the thick of it trying to solve a problem……a body riddle—a mechanical error. It’s my favorite place to reside. I don’t want extraneous distraction…..just pure focus.
Solving problems…..figuring how to get my own body to move and feel better….getting others to have the same experience……This is how I want to spend all my time.
I want to meet myself over and over in the places I don’t like and widdle away all the extra movements and reactions until I’m as efficient as I can be.
If you want to join me…..