Just prior to tonight's training I spent a couple of hours with a friend who is training to be a sports physio. Her synopsis of my body was that it was a dehydrated mess of knotted muscles and tight ligaments but she sorted them all out and going into the session, which tonight was just me and Jason, I felt great. She also pointed out that I had a kinked spine and recommended an osteopath but more about that later.
I bought some new boxing boots - a pair of Lonsdale Tornadoes which are a big contrast to my running shoes which give no ankle support and have too much movement about the toes which makes my feet sore after dancing around on my toes for an hour.
Whether it was my flashy boots or just that the training is starting to pay off, but I felt my technique is getting better. I'm lighter on my feet and my arms are stronger now so I can keep my guard up without getting so tired. Did about 5 rounds of jab-block, left jab-right-left hook-right plus lots of blocking practice with Jason. He said that because of my height I would be hard to hit if I worked out my distance. I worked out my distance and it felt safer although there was still an urge to get in close and fight, but that is how to get hurt. At least wait until your opponent is tired.
The worst thing about one to one sessions are the fitness - the last 20 minutes or so. There is nowhere to hide as we did more kettle bells, sprinting and jump pressups and by the end I was exhausted. Apparently Dave is back in on Wednesday so I'd better get some sleep and plenty to drink...
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