
Apart from the immediate fitness and health benefits, the most appealing thing about boxing is the extremely cathartic effect of beating the shit out of a heavy duty bag. Beating it until your sides hurt; your lungs gasping for air at the brink of collapse; your heart rate shooting through the roof, running its own side marathon. With every punch I try to give it my all--but I don't just throw wide and unruly punches. I love that there's structure, guidelines and technique. This makes it all the more satisfying. I see the big guys throw their entire weight into those bags without a care in the world for how it really should be done. To be honest, they don't look so good doing it--they resemble lethargic giants bashing clumsily into the bag. A far cry from the grace and speed of Muhammad Ali.
So there you have it: the ultimate combination of strength, stamina and technique is what makes boxing more than just a sport, but a discipline. An incredibly fun one too. I can walk into a class feeling less than adequate, and walk out after with a buzz letting in only good and positive vibes to the rest of my day. I am also so much more productive, and surprisingly less aggressive. My demons have left the building.
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