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Greenville, SC

As I mentioned in my last post (circa 4 months ago…), my goal for this summer was to get as many boxing bouts under my belt as I could. In late June, there was the question of whether or not we would make a trip to Florida for the Women’s National Golden Gloves tournament. Terri put it to me this way: “If your heart is set on this particular tournament, we’ll go. But if you just want to fight, we’ll fight you around here.” She hit the nail on the head: I didn’t care where I fought, I just wanted to fight. It was about 1:00 AM when we pulled up a calendar of boxing events and started looking for matches. (I’ll go to WNGG one day, though! When I’m open, instead of novice.)

The first show on the list was only four days away, so we contacted the people running the next show after that: Greenville Boxing Club would host a show in Greenville, SC on July 13th. They had a match for me! Easy-peasy. It was set, and I went back to my training with a specific goal in mind. All we knew about my opponent was who she trains with and that we were matched at 119 lbs.

This was my first out-of-state event. My trainer and I got to Greenville just after midnight Friday night/Saturday morning. I went straight to bed, for one of the poorest nights of sleep I’d had in a long time. I woke up every half hour, growing increasingly anxious about getting enough rest for the fight. Around 4 am, I had the briefest thought about how I might lose if I couldn’t sleep… Just as quickly, I banished that excuse. Unfortunately, I continued to wake up every half hour for the rest of the night.

When the 8:00 alarm rang, Terri told me to check my weight. I rolled my grumpy self out of bed and to the scale. About 124 lbs, if I remember correctly. I crawled back into bed, wondering how bad it was for me to be five pounds over 119. Terri wasn’t worried, though, and told me to go back to sleep. Gladly! My sleep was still fitful, but it was better than being out of bed.

The weigh-in was a breeze. I waltzed in, stepped on the scale, saw the doctor and left, with almost no wait time. I weighed in at 123.6 lbs, which is the lightest I’ve been since high school. And that was without dehydrating! (When we got to the venue later, I checked the bout sheet and saw that my opponent weighed in at 126.2. Good thing I didn’t sweat down to 119!) I saw my opponent at the weigh-in, and wondered if she looked familiar…

Terri and I found a local, country place and ate a GIANT breakfast. Well, I did, anyway. I had two eggs, two sweet potato pancakes (ohmygosh, yum!), two sausage patties and two biscuits. Folks, the post-weigh-in breakfast might possibly be my favorite part of fighting. For real.

During this time, I was working on my confidence. Working my mind “up” (to be mentally ready) while still keeping my body “down” (so I wouldn’t get antsy). The show would start at 2, and I didn’t want to jump the gun with nervous excitement. After breakfast, we went back to the hotel and I had a great nap. I slept hard, and almost felt like it made up for the crappy night. I happened to wake up at 1:30 pm, and my heart started thumping with excitement as soon as I saw what time it was. Terri told me to stay down, though, so I relaxed and tried to stay sleepy. I watched a bit of nothing on TV… and then it was finally time to head to the venue.

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We arrived during the third bout of the show. We found the bout sheet: I was bout #15. Plenty of time to get my hands wrapped and to focus. I got a better look at my opponent, and it was a girl that I had sparred before. I told myself not to care, but it started to unsettle me. This girl made me cry in my own gym and had taken away some of my confidence. (Until Terri restored it by making me get back in the ring with her for the third and fourth rounds…) But I began to think about how I’m a much better boxer than I was when I last sparred that girl. Hey, maybe she had improved, too, but I was willing to bet that I’d improved more.

Meanwhile, Terri had a million words of advice and direction for me. I tried to take it all in. A friend of ours who is also a trainer, D, came over and added his advice. It was a lot to think about! I stayed calm, listening and imagining myself doing what they told me to win. And then, my favorite part, Terri simplified it for me: “Just focus on two things: protect yourself and beat the crap out of her.” I grinned. That works!

Terri worked pads with me before the fight. I got a little frustrated as she kept telling me “too slow, too slow, gotta move faster, too slow.” I finally started moving around more like she wanted me to and the frustration went away. I got to the point where I felt good working the pads.

This was my first time fighting out of the blue corner. Terri and I were both grateful for D’s help and backup while working my corner. At first I was worried that he’d try to talk over Terri in between rounds (and I wanted to be sure to hear her), but he didn’t at all. I sure heard his encouragement during the rounds, however! Pretty much all I was aware of during the fight was hearing Terri and him screaming—and the look on my opponent’s face. (Oh! I was also acutely aware of the fact that I really needed to pee throughout the entire fight.)

I think my opponent gave up early in the first round. She threw some flurries of punches, but mostly she tried to get away. I could tell that she was tired. The times when she stepped back for a breath, Terri yelled for me to stay on her and not let her rest. Sometimes I did, but sometimes I rested, too. I was tired! But I managed to push through and keep after her. I felt slow and tired. Watching the video afterwards, I don’t look quite as slow as I felt, but I do still look slow. And sloppy, to tell you the truth!

I barely remember the two corner talks. I just remember being told not to be tired and that she was open for uppercuts and straight rights, in particular. One of the straight rights that I landed well came right after Terri yelled “Do it now!” (or something like that), referring to the lead straight right we had just discussed in the corner.

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I won all 3 rounds! I knew I’d won the fight, but there’s always that moment when you’re waiting for the decision and wondering… But I did win! Note: This medal is deceiving because it makes people think I won 1st place in a tournament… But there was a 1st and 2nd place medal for each bout.

I posed for pictures with Terri and D, with sweat still pouring out of me and my lungs heaving. Then I began the process of emailing and texting people that I knew would want to know (especially since this was out-of-town, so no one from my gym was there). This was a difficult task, because my hands were shaking like I was having convulsions. Even twenty minutes after the fight was over, I still couldn’t text well. Each text took a loooong time to compose, as I mis-typed and re-typed everything many times.

D, me, Terri

D, me, Terri

As soon was my coach and I let people know the outcome, I started getting congratulations from home, which was a good feeling. After taking a minute to calm down (and stop shaking, darnit), I called my mom to let her know how it went.

Now, while I was on the phone with Mom, I started sneezing every now and then…

The sniffles arrived in full force within a few hours of the fight. By the time I went to bed, I felt like I had a full-blown head cold. I fell asleep and slept really well. When I woke up, I stayed in bed for a while, cozy and relaxed. I discovered sore muscles as I started to move around. Finally, I got up and took a shower. (Phew!) I definitely should’ve taken one before bed, but I was too darn tired.

It was time to head back to Georgia. And, yes, I did have a cold. I felt very lethargic and tired for the rest of the day. Luckily, the cold cleared up after a couple of days and never got worse. But it sure did hit me as soon as the fight was over! Wow. That was no coincidence.

This was my fourth fight, my second win and my first out-of-town event. It was a good weekend!

3rd Time’s the Charm: Atlanta Corporate Fight Night 6

Exactly a week ago, I dozed in bed for as long as possible. The day of the fight had finally come, but I was so focused on trying to rest and think un-sick thoughts that I barely considered the actual fight coming up in just a few hours. I got out of bed around eleven or noon o’clock, at which point I was starving and back down to my normal weight. (So my weigh-in weight was shed overnight. That’s good.) In lieu of going out for a full-blown, stick-to-your-ribs breakfast, I had left-over steak with eggs—which still wasn’t too shabby. You’ve realized, by now, that I love eating.

Aside: My wonderful mother sent me a series of encouraging texts at intervals between 10:29 am and 5:05 pm. My favorites were “Go forth and conquer!” and “Have fun storming the castle!” The last message said: “This concludes transmission of the Encourage Kelsey Coalition. Good night. <3” Am I lucky or what? Even though she couldn’t be with me, she made sure that I knew she was with me in spirit. Don’t you wish you had my mom? (Too bad. Only my brother is as blessed.)

On with the story! After eating, I flopped onto the couch for more napping. Part of me wanted to do something to “get pumped,” but I stuck with the plan: rest until the show. So I drifted between being awake and asleep for a few more hours, drinking plenty of water and having occasional snacks. Eventually, around 2:30, I got up and took a shower to ease my congestion for a while. My cousin, Garrett, arrived from out-of-town and we talked until hunger drove us to Subway. I bought and devoured a delicious footlong. That’s what I had for late lunch/early dinner before my first fight, too. Don’t know if it’s the best thing to eat, but it’s yummy…

In a blink, it was time to leave. I checked and double-checked my gear. I threw a couple of apples and a chicken breast into my duffel bag. (You never know!) I was told to bring a blanket and pillow, as well—not something I’ve ever packed with my boxing gear before. Garrett dropped me off at the venue, where I chatted with two friendly Lisas (who would fight each other later that night), wandered around and got up in the ring to feel it out.

Then: plop! I laid myself down on the floor in the red corner’s warm-up area and stayed there. I was so glad to have a blanket, because that floor was freezing. Leeann said she was jealous of me. Leslie said she’d throw a worm on me. I said, “I don’t care.” I never actually slept, with all the people going to and fro, but I snuck in a few baby cat naps. Terri came back once and shook me to ask if I was okay. I think she might’ve been more nervous than I was—or maybe she was just wound tight from making sure that everything ran smoothly despite several volunteers not showing up. (That might be it.)

I had my uniform on under my sweats and I already taped up the laces on my boxing shoes, so that I’d be ready to go when it was time. Ronda wrapped my hands a short while before the show started, after which I laid back down—but not for long. Once the first fight began, I felt that I’d reached my limit of resting. I got up, put away the bedding and joined the land of the living.

One of my friends from work (an unofficial mentor teacher who has made a huge difference for me) showed up with a friend. She saw me and came over to wish me luck. Later, two more teacher-friends arrived. It was too late for them to come back to the dressing area, but they held up a poster for me to see: “Go Kelsey Go! She’s #1!” They also had tambourines and drums that they brought with them from the classroom.

Here's the beauty! (I didn't crop y'all out 'cus I don't like you--just didn't know if you wanted to be on a blog. Privacy, you know.) Thanks to Garrett for taking the picture.

Here’s the beauty! (I didn’t crop y’all out ‘cus I don’t like you–just didn’t know if you wanted to be on a blog. Privacy, you know.) Thanks to Garrett for taking the picture.

I half-watched the first two fights of the night, while walking around, talking to people and thinking. I took my last pee break during the second fight, and then started warming up slowly during the third. I headed to the glove table during the fourth fight with my mouthpiece in and headgear on over my bandana. After checking to make sure I was good to go, the very friendly glove-table-worker signed off on my handwraps and gloved me up.

I continued warming up, faster now. There were a couple of times that I felt very tired while shadowboxing, but I just put that out of my mind. I’d had as much rest as I was able to get, and that would have to do. The fourth and fifth fights went by. I saw bits and pieces of them, but not much. When the guys in the sixth fight walked out, I realized: “Oh gosh. My turn is next!” I continued warming up. Terri came back to do a little pad work with me (without the pads), during which I was really slow. Really. I didn’t let that worry me, though. She re-iterated what I needed to do: the main thing was to control the pace of the fight so that I wouldn’t get tired too early.

The sixth bout ended. I don’t remember how I felt at that moment. The ring announcer called Shannon to the blue corner; then me to the red corner. (My ring-walk song: “The Downfall of Us All” by A Day to Remember, just like last time. Still love it.) My teacher-friends held up their poster and banged on the drums and tambourines, which tickled me. My cousin came over to film Terri and I walking in. (Terri was the only cornerman wearing a mini dress and high heels that night, I’ll tell you that. And she still got in & out of the ring with no problem. Now that’s skill.) After the ref checked me, she brought both of us to the middle to touch gloves and give us our last reminders. Back to our corners for the bell: ding!

Round 1: Praise God, I didn’t feel unwell or tired. I figure sleeping for four days did some good. I went into the round and did what I knew to do, which got me my first knockdown. I went to the neutral corner while my opponent got up for her standing-eight count. My six supporters started chanting my name. (Those six people that I knew were cheering me on were on one side of the ring. Later, I heard my name shouted from the other side of the ring. I remember thinking: “Who’s that!?”) The ref finished counting and we continued boxing. The bell rang shortly thereafter.

I don’t remember everything Terri told me, but I do remember that she had to tell me to look at her because I wasn’t really listening at first. Oops! I think this was when she said that I needed to land a few more good rights (which was what got me the knockdown). She told me how to do it.

Round 2: I spent the round trying to follow Terri’s instructions. However, very few punches were thrown. Honestly, after watching it on video, it was rather boring!

When I got back to the corner, Terri said that I needed to make a statement to end the fight, since I’d been waiting around too much in the second round. She didn’t tell me anything technical—just to go get busy.

Round 3: I waited less this round—and still didn’t feel tired. The ref called for another standing-eight count on my opponent. After that, I don’t remember anything else about that round. Only that I couldn’t believe it was almost over, after looking forward to these six minutes for months.

After we were both stripped of our gear in our corners, the ref brought my opponent and I to the middle of the ring and held our hands. In my first two fights, this was the moment when I didn’t know if I had won or not. In this fight, I knew I’d won, but I had a moment of worry: what if I actually didn’t?! I just had to wait for the ring announcer—and he said it: I won.

The feeling of the ref lifting my hand (for a change) was amazing. I was ecstatic. I hugged Shannon hard and told her to be proud, because I know how it is to lose your first fight. After receiving the trophy, I started to make a bee-line for the ring doctor, but was called back for a little post-fight interview in the ring. The lady asked me about how I felt, about getting my first knockdown and about my charity. I’m sure I blabbered away, but I was too happy to care.

Then I went to the ring doctor, who asked me how I was. “Great!!” I don’t remember who I hugged first, but just know that there was much hugging: my cousin and roommate, my teacher-friends, boxing chicks. (People who love you: the ones who don’t care how sweaty you are!) A bunch of trophy pictures were taken, and I couldn’t stop smiling even when the cameras had been put away.

By far my favorite picture from the night: my roommate Rachel, me and my cousin Garrett. They're the best. The Best.

By far my favorite picture from the night: my roommate Rachel, me and my cousin Garrett. They’re the best. Best! (Picture taken by one of my teacher-friends. How’s that for a credit?)

It took quite a while to calm down. When I did, I went back to feeling tired. I kind of wanted to go to the after-party, but knew that I probably shouldn’t stay out. Instead, Garrett, Rachel and I came back home to watch a (bad) movie with some McDonald’s french fries, chocolate and Jack & coke. I mean, there wasn’t anything else to eat… I ate it all before the fight.

I went to bed at about 1 am, but couldn’t sleep. I wrote plenty about the night and the days leading up to it in my journal. I still couldn’t sleep, so I started re-reading the journal (frequently laughing at my younger self). I tried to sleep again, but no luck. I kept thinking about the fight, about the celebrating and—most of all—about the people who were there to celebrate with me. I felt overwhelmed by how much I love and appreciate them. It was after 5 am that I fell asleep, even though I was deliriously tired long before then.

I woke up four hours later with the same thoughts running through my mind, unable to fall back asleep. I spent the ensuing days being overwhelmed by Facebook notifications of pictures, videos, statuses, tags, likes, comments, messages… There were also some emails, texts and phone calls. That is what my next post will be about. Not Facebook, but what I learned about what’s really important. (Hint: not the trophy.)

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If you can, you should check out Action Fighter Media‘s albums of photos from the show. Particularly the one that has my bout in it. (I like that one best.) This is the URL to the album, though I’m not sure if you’ll be able to view it.

You can also see some good pictures here: my bout is shown in pictures #129 through #143. Those shots are all from the first round.

To read about the same event from another boxer’s point of view, head over to The Glowing Edge.

cell phone photo credit

Weighing In: About to Pop

Now this is a story all about how my life got flipped, turned upside down. And I’d like to take a minute, just sit right there, I’ll tell you how I became the prince of a town called…

Wait, wrong story. Instead, let me tell you about the days leading up to the official weigh-in, and how I gained 7 lbs the day of. When I last wrote, we had 10 days to go and were starting our last week of training. I’d say spirits remained pretty high throughout that week, though we were definitely tired by Saturday. I left the gym that day ready to go home and relax until the show. There’s nothing better than being ordered to put your feet up!

Sunday afternoon, I started sneezing. Then my nose started running. NO. NO. NOT ALLOWED. Did my body listen to my mental pleas? Nope. I woke up Monday morning with a definite, no-doubt-about-it head cold. I slept until late, and then texted my trainer to ask about miracle cures. The essence of her response was: “Go home now and call me!!” Luckily, it was MLK Jr. Day, so I already had the day off. My instructions were to stay in bed, drink a ton of water and keep eating. (We were scared that my bout would be canceled if I lost any weight—I was already at the low end of our weight range.)

I stayed in bed all Monday. I had to go to work on Tuesday for several reasons, but I let the principal know that I was going to take sick leave. I went right back to bed the second I got home. On Wednesday, I stayed in bed until it was time to go to the weigh-in, except for when I was raiding the kitchen.

See, my opponent sent me a message on Wednesday morning saying that she wasn’t sure she was even down to 137 lbs. Meanwhile, I was 130 with my sick sweat clothes on. I couldn’t remember if we had to be within 7 or 8 lbs of each other, but I didn’t want to cut it too close. She didn’t eat all day, and I did. (This was a new experience. For my past weigh-ins, I dehydrated to make weight.)

I ate everything in the kitchen. Well, not at first. I didn’t want to fill up too early, only to digest it before 6pm. I started out with a solid steak-and-egg breakfast and proceeded to empty water bottle after water bottle throughout the day. Around 3 o’clock, I heated up some Italian sausage and ate a whole long thing of it. It made me feel rather queasy. Closer to 4 o’clock, I ate a whole roll of Ritz crackers, which I stole from my roommate. (Thanks, Rachel! I’ll replace them today.) The crackers made me feel bloated and thirsty at the same time, so I stomached more water.

I took a break from eating to shower and take some medicine. Then I cooked up all the macaroni that was left in a box. I made the water salty and then added butter and olive oil to the noodles. Yum! Yes, it was way too heavy and made me feel sick, but at least it tasted good. (I love butter. And olive oil. Usually separate, though.) I only had time to eat half of the noodles before leaving for the weigh-in, so I put the rest in a Tupperware container to bring with me. I continued to sip on water on MARTA, but not too much. I vowed not to pee until after I weighed in, and I had a good hour (at least) left.

The weigh-in was held at the Hard Rock Cafe, which was a great venue for the event. When I arrived, I settled my tickets and cash with Terri, turned in my ring-walk song and all that jazz. I finished the other half of my pasta, then sat down at a table for some pleasant conversation to take my mind off my bladder.

Here I am representing Thaakat Foundation (Atlanta Chapter) at the weigh-in! (Picture taken by Caryn, co-founder of the chapter.)

I thoroughly enjoyed chit-chatting with fellow boxers, but I was glad when the weigh-in finally started. Boxers were called to the scale in bout order, which meant my opponent and I were 7th. They weighed her first: 133 lbs. I ate all that food for nothing! But at least there was no danger of the fight being called off. Whew.

When I stepped on the scale, the lady asked me: “What’s your normal weight?” I answered: “130.” She set the scale to 130. She pushed it over… and over… and over… I couldn’t believe it. The scale balanced out at 137 lbs. Holy cow. So if you see pictures from the weigh-in and think I look like I’m about to pop, I was.

After that, I came out and looked at the free buffet (free!), but I really didn’t want anything. Milana made me eat something, so I had some lettuce. I’d been feeling pretty good during the weigh-in—determined not to act sick—but I started wilting. After chatting for a while longer, I decided to leave and go to bed ASAP. Luckily the Hard Rock is right by a MARTA station. I headed over and tried to sleep leaning against a dirty wall while waiting for the train. I wasn’t successful, but at least I got to close my eyes.

I made it home and crawled into bed. I didn’t leave bed until early Thursday afternoon. And that’s where the post about the weigh-in ends, and the post about FIGHT NIGHT will begin.

“I got in one little fight, and my mom got scared!” To see how my mom actually behaved, stay tuned for the next post all about Atlanta Corporate Fight Night 6.