Scrap and Little Liz (so-called because Liz is also the name of the tall lass refereeing) are supposed to be tap sparring—throwing fast, but very light punches to practice technique without the natural tensing up that happens when the punches hurt a lot. It’s a great training method for relative novices, or even for more advanced boxers practicing new techniques.
These two aren’t wanting to keep things light, and have started winging harder punches at each other, despite constant warnings from Big Liz. Scrap’s the worse culprit, but Liz certainly doesn’t deserve a halo here.
Liz is finally fed up, and letting them know it…it would take a brave lass not to pay attention in this situation.
Most of the time in the gym is spent on conditioning, working the bags, and controlled sparring—but often, the “controlled” part slips away after a few rounds. Sometimes, the coach will let things continue that way, but other times, the light and controlled aspect is important. That’s when we have no hesitation about trying new techniques, and getting familiar with other ways to stop punches, and deliver our own—without getting a short nap, or needing to get bloodstains off of our shirts, if we mess up. Keeping control of a sparring session is the mark of a good coach…being able to lift both students off the ground at once can substitute for more verbal methods—and likely the two kids will learn that Liz means business. Little Liz certainly will—but Scrap is a wee bit stubborn…or thick headed, she’s also been called.
This is another pic in the "Essence of Boxing" gallery, showing some of what a coach goes through.
When a fighter expects to loose, she’s beaten before the first punch is thrown.
Here, an argument has been taken to the ring, and, within moments, we’ll be trying to beat the tar out of each other. I knew Evalyn was big, but, with mere seconds before the punches start flying, I’ve abruptly become very aware of the size difference—not just the height, but the massive muscles she has; every punch she lands is going to hurt—a lot. And, she’s good—at least as good and as fast as I am.
Her confident stare has thrown me off balance mentally, making me think of the raw power she can generate with that big, well toned body, imagining will happen when her fists crashed into my nose, my ribs—the raw pain that comes from taking her power punches clean in my face. And those massive muscles—sexy as all get-out—but scary when she’s using them to drive those hard fists—encased in small 8 ounce gloves—into my body. It’s obvious to me that this was a mistake, that she’s going to punch the crap out of me. That glare is making me think of the ever increasing burning on my face as Evalyn contorts it with punch after punch—the deep pain from too many rib and belly punches, and the way I’ll look when she’s is done with me. Getting in my face as she has is just part of her way of intimidating me, and it’s working; she’s won the fight right here. She’s got me so focused on her advantages to fight well, to use the hit and move approach that works so well. What’s more, she knows as well as I do that she’s got this won; it’s just a matter of formalizing it with her fists.
She can take her time, enjoy the match, and make it last if she wants to…and to make things worse, I know she likes to drag out a pounding—this is going to hurt—and hurt all the more because we’re fighting to a knockout.
I haven’t had the opportunity to do any new pics lately, but I have some in folders that I never posted, and also some that are, I think, worth a new look as individual pics instead of part of a series. These will all, hopefully, be more than just a pic of two people trying to hurt each other, but have some insight into the art of boxing. Some will emphasize the physical, others, the mental, and, of course the emotional will get a peek in. Mundane, extraordinary, painful and humiliating scenes will be there—as well as ones that show the more mundane events of a boxing gym—the things we spend most of out time doing.
It will be posted in a separate folder, as well as in my main gallery--not sure what I'll call the folder yet.
So—with luck, I’ll post the first tonight or tomorrow.