So... Let’s just say my foray into the blogging world has been as committal as the ‘Runaway Bride’... but hell... Johnny Farnham has more comebacks notched up than me – so I think I am doing ok.
I’m a social media pest in every sense of the word, so much so, I could write an entire blog by hashtagging – let’s be honest, I’ll probably throw a few in as we progress... #justsayin
The last time I tapped on the keyboard with my left of field comments – I gave you an insight to why I became involved in sport. How I made my dad proud by getting my head stuck in the chair at Balmain Leagues Club and that it took his team mates a good hour to get me out in between tears of laughter...annndddd If we had ipods back then – I would say ‘Eye of the Tiger’ or ‘up there Cazaly’ would have been on high rotation.
I’ve also gone from talking about having my first fight in a boxing ring – to having just finished my second – and sweet baby Jesus – I had a cracker of a time doing it!
To paint a picture of what I looked like in my first few sessions, I’m hoping most of you have seen Bambi... now put the little darling on some ice skates, and some 16oz gloves... and then watch her walk through a spider web! You know when it sticks to you and you start doing that “fighting off an invisible ninja dance”... that’s what my boxing technique looked like.
Thankfully – Garth and Nat Wood both persisted in schooling me on the techniques of boxing...now I’m void of the ice skates... but I keep walking into those dam spider webs!
(caught up with the Grill team on TripleM - have a listen... Grill team Renee Gartner & Garth Wood
As I’ve progressed through the last few months – I have grown more and more respectful for the sport and the discipline required mastering it. Full credit to the boys for being patient and developing creative ways to explain how to stick and move – by creative I mean, they described flurries of short fast combos like ‘sets of six’, getting someone up against the ropes as ‘getting in the in-goal area’, slipping punches like ‘getting your head to the right side of the tackle’.
See – there is more to boxing than “punch them in the head” or “knock them out”...yelling that at a fight – is kinda like yelling things like “tackle him” and “he can’t run without a head” at a football game... are you getting what I’m throwing down here?
You need to work from your feet, your hips, your core, your back....your elbows...your shoulders... your hands... your head...and while you are thinking about that you’ve also got a front row seat at the sizzler buffet – and all they are serving are jabs – and apparently you reallllyyyyy like to eat them ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh AND you are meant be finding holes in their defence and feeding them too!
I also gave up that pale ale...which is just plain ridiculous for a beer and wine lover – but funnily enough, effective when it came to being able to concentrate, train...and diminish the beer keg I developed since I broke my ankle and had nothing else to do except WATCH sport and fist schooies!
With boxing being a ‘weight game’, the booze ban certainly helped... tortured me – but helped, not because I’m an alcho – but because I love having fun – being social....and to quote the great Ron Burgandy...IT TASTE SO GOOD WHEN IT PASSES THE LIPS!! ( he may have been talking about rum but let’s just say same-same for arguments sake)
I basically drew inspiration from Rock I to V... ran around wrapped in cling wrap and oversized tracksuits, shadow boxed in saunas... and yelled out ADDDDDRRRRRIIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAAANNNN .... ok... I didn’t do that last bit – but the extremities of the other parts were done – I just stopped short of heading to the local butcher and punching large chunks of cold meat.
I love it – I have the bug... but I don’t want to go to the drastic measures of the final days before weigh in again – I want to strip it all back, diet – strength and conditioning, technique.... the full 9 yards – and who knows.... Maybe Paul Kent wasn’t too far off the mark when he threw out a comment that made me have a laugh... ( First step to Olympic ring for Gartner) but let’s just hope they install ramps for my walking frame in the Olympic village.
So I raise my glass (of water...not beer0 and say, ‘Cheers to dodging Spider webs and laying off the jab buffets!’