ring my bell

this is about to turn into a heavily boxing swayed blog. there may be surprises, so stay tuned.

tonight was the first night that i got my bell rung.

we've hit the body, and hit the head in my daytime boxing conditioning classes, but with boxing boot camp around the corner i decided to go to my first one hour sparring class tonight. i went to one hour of boxing conditioning and then a one hour sparring class. i've never been so sweaty in my life. two hours of boxing highs and lows.

i embarked on the real deal, getting hit smack in the head by someone's fist. headgear, mouthguard, groin (aka uterus) protector, chest guard for the girls (they are called turtles), and gloves. i'm waiting for my uterus protector and turtles to arrive later this week from everlast.com.

i was paired up with gloria, a fierce woman that fought in the most recent fight night. we started in the ring and both of us went all out. i must have been hit 15 times in the head, despite keeping my hands up to protect my face. i think i walked right into her punch several times. i didn't even notice the body shots my bell was getting rung so much.

i have to learn how to duck after my jab asap. and move my head like a predator. the poor second girl in class that i sparred with, esther, who wore glamorous burgandy lipstick for her fight at the last fight night, got hit hard a couple of times. i guess the rule is that you don't really hit esther. the trainer yelled at me to "tone it down! hit soft!" i thought i did. i got yelled at again "don't hit so hard kimberly! don't hit her!" whaaaa? ah, okay, in the ring with gloria you get your bell rung, on the floor with lipstick esther you shadow spar. got it.