Sparring with my new sparring partner, aka Fast feet...come to think of it, fast hands, fast head movements, fast everything. I met her awhile back when I first moved back to Canada, at the penthouse party my coach threw. Today, after much anticipation and much talk, we finally sparred.
It was awesome, she was awesome -- she IS awesome.
She is a much better fighter than me and I'm not too proud to admit it. She moves more, throws more clean hits, gets in more combos, and just is way more comfortable in the right sparring. I account that to a mix of the sparring experience she has over me as well as her own hardwork and that of her coach. I didn't envy her for her awesome talent and skills but I definitely was inspired. She is most definitely my go-to boxer for inspiration because as great as she is in the ring she is humble outside of it and more than willing to give me pointers and encouragement.
It's funny how the sparring match ended, me thanking her and then hugging her when just an hour earlier I was pretty much pooping out my brains in the boxing club bathroom. A mix of butterflies of excitement, shot nerves, and a too-strong-for-my-own-good coffee had got the best of me and out went everything I had eaten for breakfast. I stepped into the ring feeling a bit light headed, consequently, but I was stoked to be finally stepping into the ring with her.
The plan now is to make this a weekly thing. Every Friday sparring with her. I suppose I'll have to come up with an appropriate nickname for her then. Give me a bit for that.
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