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Chapter Twelve


             seems like Al’s always 10 feet away. He, however, has no problem
             landing anything he wants. This goes on for one round. I slip some
             and maybe graze him with a punch or two, but I’m totally out-
             classed. It’s pretty much the same for the next round. I try ducking
             in with body shots,but again I’m too far away. At one point I charge
             in and get walloped good with jabs and hooks. I glance over to the
             viewing window and there’s a guy looking in.I’m thinking great,I’m
             looking like a bum out here and I’ve got an audience.

             Later on I lose it.I guess (it’s all guessing when you’re in the middle
             of all this --- so much intensity) it happens when I try to come in and
             get slapped around for the umpteenth time. I start yelling through
             my mouthpiece and stamping my feet. It’s so ridiculous. I mean,
             here I am boxing and getting so mad I wanna hit something --- but
             I can’t.So I throw this fit,which immediately makes me feel like the
             biggest fool on earth.Al says Cool it! Get back to it! Things like that.
             I’m embarrassed and say I’m not mad at you. I’m mad at myself
             (true). And we get back to it.

             For maybe 30 seconds into the last round I show some poise, but
             then all I can see are Al’s gloves ready to swat my face.It takes every
             fiber of my training to carry on. Oh man, what a dreadful experi-
             ence.Yeah,I get rocked a little,but it isn’t that so much as not being
             able to land anything or even dodge much. I feel like I’m throwing
             it all away out there.And blowing my cool like that is a thousand
             times more painful than any punch I’m taking.

             Al says I didn’t do as bad as I think.He explains the facts of our bout:
             I’m matched with someone better than me (no kidding!), I need to
             gain ground incrementally during such a match-up. Get in closer
             inch by inch until I can finally reach.This may mean getting hit but
             there it is. Charging in makes everything so much worse. I can’t be
             tossing aside all I’ve learned like that and expect anything good to
             come of it. He says not to worry about getting upset. I’m only frus-
             trated and that’s natural.Everyone has to go through it.I need to be
             patient and use my training. He laughs and says you’re paying your
             dues! Then he has me go another two rounds on the pillar (no kid-
             ding).

             It’s been a long session: six workout rounds and three sparring
             rounds. That’s a lot.I’m drenched,beat,humbled and disgusted with

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