Straight. Straight. Right hook. Uppercut. Each punch felt like a breath of fresh air, a sense of release, and a temporary state of euphoria with my heart pounding in my chest as my lungs fought for oxygen. This late-night boxing class granted me leeway to relieve tension I never noticed before. On a whim, I decided to take a step far out of my comfort zone when the opportunity presented itself, which led me to boxing. Starting 2017 off with an interest I had been wanting to pursue but “never found the right time to” was a personal feat in itself. My anxiety bubbled just barely below the surface on the first day while unfamiliar faces and a foreign environment enveloped me as I urged myself to try something new; backing out used to be the safe and comfortable option, but I wasn’t allowing it
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My fear for reaching out to new experiences was dampened by the confidence boxing produced. It taught me the important balance between knowing one’s limits and knowing when to thrive past one’s limits to reach seemingly unattainable goals. When I boxed, the punching bag represented life itself. I was giving life a taste of my vigor as our roles became reversed in the boxing realm. I was once the punching bag, constantly knocked down by the challenges life threw at me until I flipped my mindset, evolving my previously weak mentality into a powerful one. Boxing isn’t simply a sport I enjoy; instead, it is a conduit to unlocking a life dominating fear and anxiety. For the longest time, I was enslaved to my mind’s dark abyss, which held me back from my ambitions. In lieu of planning a step too far ahead and allowing time for even the slightest apprehensive breath to come in between, I quickly reached forward without a second thought to obtain what I know will only cultivate me in the twisted yet hauntingly stunning journey that is
My fear for reaching out to new experiences was dampened by the confidence boxing produced. It taught me the important balance between knowing one’s limits and knowing when to thrive past one’s limits to reach seemingly unattainable goals. When I boxed, the punching bag represented life itself. I was giving life a taste of my vigor as our roles became reversed in the boxing realm. I was once the punching bag, constantly knocked down by the challenges life threw at me until I flipped my mindset, evolving my previously weak mentality into a powerful one. Boxing isn’t simply a sport I enjoy; instead, it is a conduit to unlocking a life dominating fear and anxiety. For the longest time, I was enslaved to my mind’s dark abyss, which held me back from my ambitions. In lieu of planning a step too far ahead and allowing time for even the slightest apprehensive breath to come in between, I quickly reached forward without a second thought to obtain what I know will only cultivate me in the twisted yet hauntingly stunning journey that is