Frasers Boxing club
Sep. 4th, 2019 08:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
st_martin_aI've started back at school and it's fairly quiet so far because the students start the year in dribs and drabs. They'll all be in by Friday.
Meanwhile, my 16 year old son wanted to have a go at boxing. He found a club, which was in a rough part of our city and wanted to give it a go, so I drove him down. While we were parking the car, a heavily tattooed guy wandered out onto the street wearing nothing but boxer shorts. He looked like a proper psycho. We got inside the building and the receptionist told us that the boxing was behind this door which he pointed at. He said "you might want to take a look". We opened the door and the room was full of about 30 tattooed guys beating the hell out of punch bags and sparring with each other. There was aggressive music blasting through speakers and a lot of testosterone in the room. Anyway, the guy behind the desk explained that it was £5 a session and he would work my son hard but he was welcome to join them. My son said ok.
He was then subjected to an hour of intense boxing/exercise. He was dead by the time he finished, but kept up ok. I was proud that he had the psychological strength to take part. It was quite an intimidating atmosphere. And the physical strength to keep up with the exercise. He's going again next week.
: )
Meanwhile, my 16 year old son wanted to have a go at boxing. He found a club, which was in a rough part of our city and wanted to give it a go, so I drove him down. While we were parking the car, a heavily tattooed guy wandered out onto the street wearing nothing but boxer shorts. He looked like a proper psycho. We got inside the building and the receptionist told us that the boxing was behind this door which he pointed at. He said "you might want to take a look". We opened the door and the room was full of about 30 tattooed guys beating the hell out of punch bags and sparring with each other. There was aggressive music blasting through speakers and a lot of testosterone in the room. Anyway, the guy behind the desk explained that it was £5 a session and he would work my son hard but he was welcome to join them. My son said ok.
He was then subjected to an hour of intense boxing/exercise. He was dead by the time he finished, but kept up ok. I was proud that he had the psychological strength to take part. It was quite an intimidating atmosphere. And the physical strength to keep up with the exercise. He's going again next week.
: )