A Busy Day!

Having not done much training for the last 10 days, I absolutely had to go to the gym today. Unfortunately, it was also boxing-day (as in the sport, not the crap version of Christmas). Not wanting to give up either, I decided to do both. It hurt… (The person in the picture is not me – it’s purely for boxing-illustration purposes!)

After a lovely final day of holiday, I headed to the gym for 1.5 hours of strength development, but without putting too much stress on my elbow:

Bench press at 80kg, following warm-up.
Incline dumbbell presses at 2 x 30kg
Incline dumbbell flyes at 2 x 20kg

I attempted to include some back-work as well but, after my first few sets of chin-ups, I realised I didn’t have enough juice left.

I then headed back into Wycombe to go boxing. This week, we did some new technique-work, based around footwork and counter-punching. Without doubt, this has been one of the most useful sessions so far, as it involved a lot of technical sparring (like normal sparring, but without hitting each other very hard). Although it was primarily shoulder-boxing (hitting the other guy on the shoulder) and body-counters, I still managed to take a fair few punches to the face, which was actually more fun than it sounds.

I can already tell I’m going to have a problem with boxing. Not only am I too concerned with hurting other people to really commit to my punches and step forwards enough to deliver impact, I’m also too ‘nice’ about being hit. Basically, years of pro-wrestling taught me to keep my guard DOWN, to make every punch look as good as possible. This is so engrained into my psyche that, when I see somebody’s hand coming towards my face, I practically offer it to them! I turn to one side, close one eye and get ready to take the punch! I literally HELP OTHER PEOPLE TO HIT ME IN THE FACE.

As I said, I’m going to have a problem with boxing…

About the Author
Ed Gamester is a silly man who lives in the United Kingdom. He is the harbinger of Ghost Squad, singer of Gay Bum and author of A Rum Run Awry. He fights, kills and dies for TV and films, and gallivants around the place wrestling, drinking and lifting things for glory and profit. Where Ed treads, there stamp the boots of the Guild. Ed does not wear glasses, but feels this photograph makes him look more intelligent and artistically talented than he is. Feel free to contact him: he is disappointingly affable.

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