million dollar crybaby
began boxing lessons this afternoon. love it, even though my coach and his friend have nicknamed me “danger”. guess being a skinny loudmouthed fuck made it inevitable. unlike the character danger though, from this film that i like no matter what you say, i will be sparring eventually. it was my goal when i approached the coach yesterday.
gear for a new sport is always fun, and basic boxing schwag is peanuts to pick up. bought gloves, a mouthpiece, and handwraps. the handwraps are way cooler than i figured. when you crunch into a fist while wearing them, you feel like a powerhouse. oh yeah! the motor city blah blah in da hizzy! handwraps are also a bitch to work with — much more hassle than i’d have guessed, with the rolling, unrolling, drying, washing, and wrapping. each handwrap is 180″ long. fuck up the tension while wrapping, and you have to undo and start again. i’m getting it okay, but even a quick search on google shows about 10 different ways to wrap. i do know that if i don’t wrap like my coach says, it won’t be worth the disagreement. 
funny thing is that i’m calling some dude “coach”. always hated that shit in high school, but this guy appears to like being called coach, so that’s what i’ll fuckin’ call him, since he’s a badass. gonna be fun training. i don’t give a fuck that i was a klutz in my first lesson, or that my footwork is pathetic. going to figure it out and, if not put on a decent show while sparring, at least get the shit kicked out of me honorably.