Boxing In My Life
What is boxing? Boxing is an extremely hands on sport. This sport is what helped me manage all the problems in my life. This is the sport that helped change my life for the better. When I was 14 years old I use to get picked on at school; a lot of people use to make fun of me since I was short and chubby. Due to the bullying I would misbehave both in school and at home. This point in my life was extremely difficult for me, in addition to that the lifestyle I was taking up was not the best one. I was hanging around with people that influenced me in a bad way. In other words this people influenced me to drink and smoke as a result I was always in trouble at school and with the law. Which led to me having problems at home as well. Always arguing with both my parents and my sisters. But thanks to boxing that all changed.
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After multiple school suspensions and me being sent to juvenile hall, my mother got tired of my conduct and decided that boxing was the sport I needed to help me mature and improve my behavior. I didn't know it then but that day my life would change for the better. I began boxing at Richard Lord's Boxing gym. This gym was an actual gym where you got hands on and learned boxing, not the place where you saw videos to learn. I still remember the stench of sweat burning in my nose as I walked in for the first time. Hearing the sounds of boxing gloves smashing into the punching bags. This was my kind of learning. I had mixed feelings about it at first since I had never boxed anyone in my life. But at the same time I was ready to make a change in my
Throughout my childhood, I was bullied. This bullying left physical and mental scars, as well as me lacking self-confidence. Whenever I attempted to defend myself or inform someone of the situation, it never worked I would either get bullied more by both students and teachers or be ignored completely. This is when my father
The liberty of an individual in sport is the number one value that should be respected to make boxing morally adequate. Autonomy should be respected in sport because ones body should always have freedom from external control and influences. All arguments for paternalism can be explained in a justified way to prove that boxing is unethical and unsafe, but this does not mean that paternalism is the best way to bring about safety in boxing. If boxing were to be banned, violence would become more prevalent outside of sport, and proper boxing technique and skill would slowly disappear. Keeping boxing as a sport will create a safer environment for this type of activity to occur, and also create a fair ground for each sport that involves violence to stay available to athletes. Because boxing does involve violence, this does not imply that it is immoral to participate and that the freedom to participate should be taken away from athletes. Boxing provides a safe environment, a place to create a career, and is an institution for sporting entertainment. By allowing boxing as a sport to continue, this will create a safe and fair atmosphere with the freedom to allow all individuals to participate with proper
Growing up my parents ran a little lake on the outskirts of my hometown of Shelbina here in northeast Missouri. I was the "tough" one out of my family by the time I was in the ninth grade I could use two weed eaters at the same time and pick up the back end of a golf cart. At 5'3 and wearing size 16 I was big girl and was often made fun of by my peers. I wanted to be something other than the "fat girl" at school. So I became stronger than an ox and used that to my advantage. My high school coach seen me one day bench pressing a picnic table and begged me to join the weightlifting program. I excelled at the class and became known as "Pipes" I went from being the chunky girl to being the girl that was respected for my bench pressing and squats. My coach believed in me and that was all I needed to continue to do my best. That year I made a C average except for weightlifting where I got an A and earned the respect from my peers and my coach.
I’ve recently become a huge fan of pro wrestling, if only ironically. The melodramatic promos, the ridiculous moves, the muscular men few Divas that don’t make my penis retract into my body. They’re all reasons why I love pro wrestling… at least, I did for a while…
Before earning my black belt, I never saw myself as someone who could accomplish great things. I always undermined myself by not using my full potential. I rarely tried to prove myself correct when someone else shot down my statement because I did not know I had the tenacity to take action.
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My father taught me to fight. He took to Camp Lejeune with him and had me watch the Marines training for hand to hand combat. He taught me how to fight with a knife, to shoot a gun and to find the weakness in any opponent I might have. The skills I learned helped me defend myself and my friends from the perils that awaited us.
Sports play a very important role in my life ever since I could walk. My interests in playing sports began at the age of three as my parents signed me up for soccer, flag football, basketball, and lacrosse. First grade started my competitive edge as I began to play for travel teams in various sport tournaments. This competitive edge transferred from the sports field to the classroom having teachers and coaches helping me be the best I can be. Sports have continually well-shaped and defined my character by teaching me how to accept a win from working hard, also how a loss is an opportunity to learn and fix mistakes.
During my four years of high school I believe that my involvement in sports has helped me become a better person in life. I participated in varsity basketball and Track & Field all four years and my experience in both sports has taught me life lessons that I can carry with me for the rest of my life.
When I put my first pair of gloves on, my hands felt trapped like a prisoner in shackles. They were tight and uncomfortable. My punches were slow, choppy, and hesitant. My gloves became the scapegoat; I blamed their stubbornness as the reason why I couldn’t fight better. I wanted to quit and easily get rid of my worries.
Those are the critical aspects if you want to use boxing for self-defense.” This can be key for highschool students facing problems like
For those who do not know, I am a mixed martial arts fighter. Mixed martial arts fighting is “a sport allowing a wide range of fighting techniques that include striking, kicking, and grappling.” (www.merriam-webster.com) It is a compilation of forms of different martial arts. Two fighters will face each in the rings (known as the octagon due to its shape) for three to five five-minute rounds. I started taking martial arts classes when I was six years old. I wanted to be a mixed martial arts fighter all my life. I loved the thought of stepping into the octagon and pounding somebody senseless as a sport. My mother and father, at first, did not want me to take the Taekwondo classes because of this fact. It took a lot of begging to finally convince them to let me do it. They realized that it is very important for any child to learn some type of martial arts. It is essential to use for defense. Mixed martial arts are the thing that helped me cope with my rough childhood and mold me into who I am today. Over the past twenty years, the sport of MMA has revolutionized and has become very popular throughout the world. Despite this being said, other people very hesitant about accepting mixed martial arts. The sport of MMA is gradually becoming a safer sport. Even though it is considered a dangerous sport, other sports at proven to be more dangerous.
Remaining a constant victim to bullying for 11 years significantly affected how I viewed myself and others around me. To most I wasn’t worth giving more than a single glance. I had a gap between my two front teeth, which was a primary target of ridicule. My clothes were “nice”, but they weren’t by the designer label everyone else was wearing. Not only did I dress and look ugly, I was also a black girl- a lighter skinned
One feels bad when mistreated for no good reason in a school environment which is meant to be a learning institution. Depression is increased as mistreatment continues to be harsh and this greatly affects the performance of the victim. Some will have altered feeding and sleeping cycles. According to NICHD research “Those who bully others, those who are bullied, and those who bully and are bullied—are at increased risk for depression.” This proves that a victim or even the bully is at a great risk of being depressed. (“How Does Bullying Affect Health & Well-being?”). I vividly remember coming home from school almost every single day feeling depressed. I would not be able to anything all day other than cry and feel lonely. Everyday I went to school it become worse for me. I thought that high school would be a new start and I would do just fine but I was wrong. The students always wanted to start drama to look “cool” and with my luck they would always pick on me. I was again, called mean names but it didn 't stop there. Everyday I experienced something new I would be pushed around during lunch lines and I would always get dirty looks and when I walked to my class I would get called a “terrorist” just because of my religion. I started feeling sad and depressed and everyday it got worse. I started