Official Descriptive Essay: Long Distance Relationship “1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10, he’s out cold!” I gazed at the bright lights up in the arena as I lay there on the mat from how I went to potentially ending my opponent’s 49-0 record to being on the receiving end of an uppercut that would open a 2 inch scar on the top of my brow. Blood flowed from the open wound acting as a door for my missed opportunities to be known. Thunderously, the fans were chanting my name, my personal training team had told me during the 11th that I was winning the scorecard and that all I needed to do was dance around and the 14 million dollar purse would be mine. Great! I leaned in becoming greedy to feel my gloves impacting his face as though it was a locked on target. The referee separated us and there was about a 5 inch gap between my face and gloves, next thing I know I’m on the receiving end of an uppercut. I was caught in a daze for about 5 seconds and immediately tried to grasp the ropes as a support to pick myself up. I realized there that I really had my lights knocked out of me, there was blood dripping from my face onto my chest, my lips were as big as the lip implants that the Kardashians’ had. Was this how I wanted my fans to see me? Reminiscing of all my years of boxing I’ve thought of the effect of all the punches I’ve taken and how they would affect me long-term. My family and friends have told me at times when I think to retire from the sport but I love it too much. I remember going
Powering past defenders and blades of grass alike, I reach my big toe out to barely touch the ball past the last defender. That’s it! With thirty yards to goal I’m all alone; it’s just me and the goalkeeper. One last big touch before I place the ball firmly into the back of the net. Twenty yards out now and I’m already picturing what my goal celebration will be, a quick sprint to the sidelines while my teammates all chase me, finished off with a point and stare to my Dad, per usual. I forgot about one thing, the defender steaming in from my back left side. Winding my right leg back, the defender sideswipes me. I was moving so fast I couldn’t catch myself. Smack! The right side of my face hits the dirt. Blood everywhere, my nose is numb, and my face stings with a type of rug burn sensation I had never felt before. Seems bad enough, but wait for the kicker, I’m not moving. My back tingles for a couple minutes while I lay in a mixture of blood and dirt. Then the tingling goes away, I walk unassisted to the bench, certain that I will
Since I was a kid I have always wanted to box and when I got older my parents finally let me box. They thought that I was going to be irresponsible and cause problems but then the summer going into ninth grade my father let me start boxing. I started off learning the basics simple combinations and how to move my feet the right way. I loved boxing at first then I grew to hate it as it got more difficult for me. My father wanted me to stay in boxing so I could learn to defend myself, but I didn’t care. At the end of my freshman year of high school, I was at the civic center with my boxing coach. It was a warm night in May and I was getting ready to practice. The gym was filled with a lot of kids who were playing basketball. The gym was
While few do plan for a future after the ring, most do not and have only their memories and the pain they feel to live with The few who plan for a future are usually around the boxing industry, promoters, trainers, and managers. The untold stories of their aches and pains the boxers will feel forever. Some receive diagnosis such as Parkinson’s syndrome others have no name for their ailments they will have for the rest of their lives.
“I hated every minute of training, but I said, ‘don’t quit. Suffer now and live the rest of your life as a champion’.” – Muhammad Ali
If you’re on the court actually do something!”. Right at me. As if I wasn’t currently taking a beating from myself. My face has never been redder in my entire life. I couldn’t tell you who won that game.
Imagine working, traing your whole life to finally get to that 1 fight. Imagine getting to that one night, fight night.. Image winning that fight that you have trained for your whole life. Then imagine getting your title stripped away. I was punished for what I believed in. I was on the top of the world, I was the athlete of century, but that all changed in the blink of and eye.
Two clichés: Absence makes the heart grow fonder and Out of sight, out of mind. Which one of these two conflicting views is closer to the reality? As it turns out, it does not really matter that much since long distance relationships (LDR) suffer from exactly the same strengths and weaknesses as proximal relationships. Whether two people are going to have fulfilling relationship does not only depend on their geographical closeness. What matters is quality, not quantity. According to one expert on LDRs, "the majority of studies that have been done show no greater risk of an LDR breaking up than any other relationship (Guldner, 2004, p. 6)." An LDR relationship has the same likelihood of
After this short but painful crash course in wrestling basics, it was time for some live matches. I had one clear cut objective: Don’t get pinned! Two seconds into my first match and my face got to know the mat quite intimately. My philosophy quickly changed to: Don’t get pinned in thirty seconds…don’t get pinned in ten seconds…don’t get neck snapped in three different places. Let’s just say I didn’t exactly fulfill my goals.
It was a cold night during the winter at Dover High School. The Central York Middle School wrestling team was going against Dovers wrestling team.This would be Central's first match of the winter season. Everyone on the bus was excited for the match knowing that we could win because we practiced real hard. When we entered the school everyone got quiet and walked to the locker rooms to change. When we got inside the locker rooms everyone started getting dressed and got weighed in. I was lucky because i made weight by a pound under. This would be my first match ever so I wanted to start off winning not loosing.
The match went into overtime. “First takedown wins the match”, notified the referee. We circled around, each playing it safe. He ducked and attacked my legs. I sprawled instantly, came around behind, and scored the points. I had won the match. The referee raised my hand in front of the audience. My eyes narrowed in on one section of the bleachers. There stood my teammates, smiling
There was no other better feeling than playing under Thursday night lights; it was going to be our second game of the season against Laredo Martin. Our team was well prepared, and we all knew we were going to beat them since they were such an easy opponent. Going into the game with a bruise on my forearm, I decided to tape my arm with padding. After Alexis got it taped, I felt uncomfortable because the tape was too tight on me, but I didn’t
Like a snapshot of life three years ago I remember throwing a left jab at the punching bag only an arm’s reach from my son. He was fourteen; I was 55. We had been training together for nearly a
In 1997, the injury rate predicted in the sport of boxing was 7,257 injuries and 10.8% of those injuries were estimated to have affected people between the ages of five and fourteen. 1.3% of those injuries were predicted to be in the ages between zero and four, and 55.8% of those injuries were in the group of ages from fifteen to twenty-four.( National Electronic Injury Surveillance System et al., Estimates for Sports Injuries 1997) Boxing can be a safe and fun sport as long as it is practiced and played properly. Boxing should not be banned because it can help relieve stress, and like running it is a good addition for getting in shape. It should also not be banned because boxers know the risks and they still choose to do it ; it is their
Relationships begin and grow through those things that cannot be felt or seen, these intangibles have many names; comfort, support, kindness, trust, love and the list continues. My mother did her best to verbalize these concepts to me from the day I was, however, I was only really able to understand them through her demonstration of these feelings in the way she treated me and day after day and the way I felt all of these emotions for her. The only thing I have ever been able to understand through Sean Rowles is that there is yet another intangible, one that should never be a part of any relationship, one that leaves scares that cannot be seen on the psyche of a person years after the physical end of the relationship, one that is the sole presence remaining when the love, the trust and the kindness are gone, and that intangible is fear, and unfortunately it is the one that most comes to mind when
The love from my family and friends are life’s greatest blessings as each relationship has molded me into the person that I am today. My relationships with my mother, father, Nanna, and my friends Addy and Kirsten are all ones that are meaningful to my life. By focusing on keeping these relationships strong, I, in turn, am rewarded with dependable relationships that I can rely on. To continue the longevity and stability with the following five people that have strongly impacted my life, I must continue to use specific relational maintenance strategies such as rituals and relational currencies.