My Story About My Trainer Essay

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“Just take a few deep breaths and relax”, says my trainer as I feel beads of sweat running down my forehead. My whole body is numb and my mind is racing while I try and recall everything I had learned. I look into the crowd and just see darkness. I can hear people chanting my name. The lights are all shining on me. I look across the ring and see my opponent. He stares me down but the look on his face does not phase me. I turn around as my trainer gives me the last piece of advice. Then the bell rings. I take a few steps forward and immediately run into what feels like a brick wall. My opponent hits me straight in the face with a punch. How did I get here?
I fell in love with boxing the moment I stepped into the gym about two years ago. The first thing I saw were two guys sparing and all of the sudden one of them took a punch to the face and fell to the ground. The loud boom of his body hitting the canvas was like nothing I had ever seen before. I could not wait to get in the ring. I started boxing lessons because I wanted to learn some type of self-defense and it was the most convenient. When I stepped into the ring for the first time and started doing drills I found out I was pretty good. I was shocked because I had never done anything like this before, but it felt great to be naturally talented at something. I did not want my talent to go to waste so I stuck with.
I eventually fell so in love with it that I gave up basketball, which was a sport I had

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