Posts tagged #sparring

Sparring - You Should Try It

I believe we are here on this earth to get to know ourselves
at a 
deeper level so that we may be of service to others.
Service to others is the rent you pay for your room here on earth.

Muhammad Ali 
 

(edited, originally posted by Arcaro Boxing)

Sparring is a tool to help you get to know yourself better. When you put on the headgear and gloves, put your mouthguard in and step inside the ring, you touch gloves with someone else who is also willing to expose themselves in front of others. It is a powerful experience to give and receive punches. It’s a powerful experience to agree to be vulnerable with others watching. You learn all about your defensiveness, how you do or don’t bully, where you are scared, where you are confident and how well you can relax under pressure. All these lessons are invaluable for daily life. Boxers have always known this and have always had a hard time relaying their knowledge to the general public what it’s like in the ring with someone else.

If you spar fully, willing to learn about yourself and take on the ways you blame others for your experience, much freedom will come to you. You will find how the ring translates to your business and personal life. You can learn how to be more curious and excited about discovering yourself and all the while getting one hell of a workout.

If you are nervous to try sparring, good! That is the whole point. You will never learn anything new without discomfort.

Posted on September 29, 2014 .

Remembering Sparring in the Beginning

When I first started sparring, I think I cried darn near every time I sparred for about my first month and intermittently for my first year. I’d be in the ring, getting in my sparring rounds and right after, damned if the tears didn’t start coming. I’d toss off my headgear, run for my gym bag and blaze the hell out of the gym trying not to be seen. I felt humiliated, as if crying only happened to me and that I was some sort of baby in the eyes of others. A weakling.

The worst part was that I didn’t even know why the tears would come. As I was headed home I couldn’t even determine what brought on the tears. Sometimes nothing monumental would happen. I didn’t even have to take a big punch and the tears would overcome me like a bad dream.

Posted on August 11, 2014 and filed under Fight Philosophy.