For many years now, I’ve wanted to box. That’s right: box.
I think it all started when I was in college learning about Theodore Roosevelt. He boxed from a young age, despite being in poor physical condition as a kid. (He also once gave a 90 minute speech after being shot. Translation: he was awesome.)
There is something romantic about boxing. It’s competing in a sport that tests your outermost limits, both mentally and physcially. Joyce Carol Oates of all people even wrote a book about it.
I’ve been thinking about this more ever since I read a recent article in the New York Times by Gordon Marino that compared boxing to philosophy. Both, he argues, have things to teach us about courage:
…The study and practice of boxing can enable us to not only comprehend courage, but “to have and use” it. By getting into the ring with our fears, we will be less likely to succumb to trepidation when doing the right thing demands taking a hit.
Being the hopeless romantic that I am, how can I not be attracted to this kind of sport? I want to test my grit and come out on the other side. I want to know what I’m made of. And I think 2011 could potentially be the year that I finally take the steps to do it. I’m not getting any younger, after all.
I used to be in pretty good shape recently, so I’m not worried about my ability to get back in it – in fact, I’m looking for an excuse. There’s only one major thing standing in my way: time, or lack thereof. I have a hard enough time balancing a demanding job, a family (complete with toddler), and this blog. My lack of time is what made me fall out of shape in the first place.
I don’t really have an answer to how I’m going to do it, but I want 2011 to be the year I start to make it happen. And I want you to keep me accountable. I think this space is perfect for me to give updates on my progress, so ask for them.
If I don’t start now, I’ll never end up doing it. And having regrets scares me more than getting in the ring with someone.
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