Phoenix

Yesterday was a good day. It was the first time in almost a year I had been boxing. It makes me sad to say, but I look back now and I regret the times I never took the opportunity to really push myself. For some reason, last night ignited this feeling in me. I told myself "Yeah, let's do this!" but it always ends up with me being at home, playing some video games. It was different this time. I actually went, and I remembered the good times I had training in Melbourne. It was a good feeling to try a new drill, getting back my footwork, learning my mistakes with different people and different perspectives. I miss the times that I would go to training, drained and not wanting to be there - half an hour in and I loved it. I loved the burn, the torment and the sweat. I had the opportunity to go over some light sparring with our state champ and my friend, Sam, and the little trick, Arthur, who both pointed out my weaknesses and gave me the opportunity to minutely experience the feelings of a ring.

Things to note :
- Bend my knees and stop my bad habit of dragging my leg like a cripple.
- Use my long reach for jabs and set ups.
- I fumble a lot when I try to block fast combos (Opening my guard to paddle a body shot and getting met with a cross to the face is not a good thing)
- I hate southpaws (lol).

The feeling of having friends to push me to train reminded of my friends in Melbourne. The memorable times of when we all burnt ourselves at training, after training hang outs, going over something to talk about at the table, the mutual feeling of pushing ones self is so unique, it's almost a high. It's awesome.

Randall.