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
In the sport of wrestling, we are taught self-control. We must discern when to be passive and/or when to be aggressive. As a wrestler for ten years, I thought I had mastered the art of self-control...I was wrong.
I’ve been wrestling and boxing since I was eight years old. My dad put me into the sport because my neighborhood was never the safest, so he put me in basically so I knew how to defend myself if it came down to it. Eventually it did come down to where I had to defend myself in a fight when I was in 6thgrade. That day I was glad my dad pushed me into the sport. After the situation I had in the 6th grade I training nonstop and competing throughout the years. I knew eventually I had to get my feet wet and I knew I was going to have to step into the cage one day. My first fight was planned on May 18,2016 I can remember it like it was yesterday. My coach told me “Sylvia it’s about that time for you to take on your first MMA fight”.
Boxers are they just bullies in silk shorts., or are they genuine athletes. Boxing is a physical contest between two combatants who use their fists to defeat their opponent. While it may seem like a common bully there is more to a boxer than just throwing punches. The life of the typical boxer generally consists of time training, career fights, and finally recovering from lifelong injuries.
The first time I ever fought was with Shayla and she is the only one who has ever made me cry in karate. For my first fighting class, my dad had bought me a helmet shield, afraid that I would get hurt. Ironically, the helmet shield hurt me more than it did protect me. When I fought with Shayla, she had punched me in the head and my helmet shield became loose hitting me in the chest every time she punched me. It hurt so much. I cried and got bruises all over my chest. This made me afraid of fighting. A few years later when I was a blue belt, my dad had accidentally signed me up for fighting at the tournament. Since he had already paid for it, he made me go fight. This was my first tournament, my first time fighting in since Shayla fought me, and I was terrified. As I sat down around the ring waiting for my turn, I saw one girl was beating everyone in the division. She had the fanciest kicks and the fastest movements. She even made three girls cry and I was knew I didn't want fight her, but ultimately I was chosen to be her last competitor. I was actually surprised at how well I did, but without Sensei Jose's help, I wouldn't have been able to beat her. For the first few minutes, I was kicked in the face a couple of times but then someway, somehow I scored a point by side kicking her, nothing fancy. I did that a couple of times, and then all of a sudden I was in the lead. I was winning.
Now i knew the kid my brother had gotten hurt by was still on the team and this year he was a senior captain. He was 152 and i was a 160 pounder. I couldn't wait to see our captain go against him because i knew it would be a great match. We were losing throughout our lighter weights and i was coming up at 160. I was pretty confident i was going to have an easy match but when their 152 pounder didn't go out for that weight i got a little nervous because i knew i would face him. I went out against him and the whole first period there was no score. He chose bottom the next period and immediately got a reversal on me and it was 2-0 close to the end of the second i was able to get a reversal but got up and got one right away. Going into the third he was up by 1. The third period started and 20 seconds into it i got a reversal and was up 4-3. Riding someone out for over a minute is a tough task and with 30 seconds left he got a reversal and a point for me locking hands. The score was now 6-4 and i had short time to tie it up. We started back in the middle and i went to stand up as fast i could, he dropped me back down to the mat but i caught an ankle and came up on top of him
“Techniques, forms, and self-defense” Once he said this I felt as if all the black belts eyes fell upon me. I gulped nervously to myself after trying to figure out how to successfully defend myself from three of the daunting, large black belts who could easily pummel me. I tried to remain calm and collected but, my right leg kept shaking vigorously which I got control of eventually. We began the techniques portion, all three of us went at the same time doing all of the same techniques. After successfully completing the first three, I felt more confident that I could easily get through
3 years ago I was a green belt in taekwondo. I liked taking taekwondo lessons and my goal in taekwondo was to reach a black belt. But my mini story is about when I was a green belt at a tournament at the Northglenn High School gym. Tournament day was a really fun day because all the taekwondo schools in the district got together to spar, and show what we learned to the other schools. The sparring was my favorite part of the tournament, I was not the best at sparring because I wasn’t aggressive enough as the other teachers told me constantly. But today I was doing really good in the sparring tournament and was beating all the opponents that I faced. I was getting really excited because if I kept doing really good I might get to the finals and win
After the conditioning drills, we learned a few moves, then paired up and practiced them. “You’ll be fine,” coach said “you just have to be aggressive.” I nodded, but inside I secretly prayed that I wouldn’t get stuck with a rabid beast of a wrestler. Apparently the wrestling gods weren’t listening.
The ultimate goal of a boxing match is a knock out. The knockout punch brings satisfaction to the winner of the boxing math and the crowd. This one punch can make a fight exciting. However, if there is not a knockout punch, the fight is often times dull. After a knockout punch, one man loses consciousness while the other man dances around the ring raising his hands in victory and is swarmed by his coaches and the press. Oates continues to argue that boxing is the cruelest sport by comparing a boxing match to a tragedy. If a fight has no knock out by the end, it seems like the fight is missing something. The knockout punch is a cruel but key aspect to boxing which makes people love
My opponent is my teacher and my ego is my enemy. During the beginning of 9th grade I had always wanted to get a membership at a gym and so happen that my cousin started working at this new gym called UFC, she invited me to check it out. Monday in the afternoon, I went to the gym and from the moment I first stepped foot in that gym I loved the vibe there. Everybody pleasantly welcomed me. I first started taking DUT (Daily Ultimate Training) classes which worked more on strength and conditioning. Then several different classes, however the one class that caught my attention the most was the Brazilian jiu-jitsu class. Brazilian jiu-jitsu (BJJ) is a martial art and combat sport that teaches a smaller person how to defend himself against a larger adversary by using leverage and proper technique
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.
Right away he starts to swing at me before I get a chance to so I start dodging his punches but then he throws a real swing at me right to the ribs that’s when I got mad he’s still swinging got me again in the ribs but the other side side at this point