...and then she stumbled to the canvas! She got up right away, smiling ruefully as the ref counted. The crowd roared like you would not believe as I raised my arms in celebration.
By the time Maeki was checked over and the fight recommenced, the clappers were sounding and we both swung for the fences. Maeki actually nailed me with an awkward left hand as the bell rang – ironically ringing my bell. I embraced my opponent, complimenting her on a good fight and telling her that she hit hard. Maeki smiled and told me she was happy not to have my gloves in her face anymore, which I laughed at.
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My Story - Part One - White Collar BoxingThere are times in your life where things just kind of...stop and you think to yourself...how the hell did I get here? That's exactly what I'm experiencing right now.
I look up and around at my surroundings. I'm in a boxing ring, and the crowd is about half full, though it's filling up as we go. My coach is behind me, gently kneading my shoulders. My opponent is making her way to the centre of the ring as the blue shirted referee calls us to the meet in the middle of the ring.
How did I ever get here?
I'm about to participate in my first professional boxing match...and its still hard for me to believe that I'm doing this. Maybe to make sense of this, I should go back to the beginning. Maybe someone else can make sense of my life. Me…I’m not sure that I can anymore.
My name is Virani Macvicar. Strange name right? Well, th