We were brought together at the centre of the ring, where I was announced as the winner by ref’s decision. I hugged Maeki again and waved to the crowd, which featured several of my friends yelling their appreciation. I waved to them before making my way out of the ring. The best feeling of the night went to the feeling of freedom that I got once I removed my headgear and got my gloves off. I checked in with the doctor that was backstage where I answered some questions, and he checked out my vision and my hands (my hands probably hurt the most out of anything), and then let me go on my way, where I watched the rest of the matches with my friends. The White Collar Boxing event raised almost $15,000 for charity, and I was glad to feel like I was a part of it.
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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