Where do I go now?
Mar30
After fighting, everything else in your life got the volume turned down. – Tyler Durden
If you’ve read this blog for any length of time you’ve probably come across my posts about my love of boxing. (So, basically, George knows where I’m coming from.) The sport is truly amazing. Unfortunately I’ve not been hitting the gym much lately. Not the actual gym or the one in my garage.
I’ll save the details for a later post but currently I’m working through some stuff that I think can only be remedied by being broken down ala Fight Club. I’ve learned a few things about myself. Notably, I tend to stand up stronger after being beaten down.
So, it’s time to get back in the proverbial ring. However, I’m at a bit of an impasse. I love boxing, I truly do. The sport is poetry. However I’m wondering if I wouldn’t be better served to go the MMA route and expand into other areas. MMA seems to cover such a broad spectrum that any degree of proficiency is only achieved after seriously breaking yourself down and rebuilding brick by proverbial brick. I’m also wondering if the same could be achieved by simply modeling my training on some of the CrossFit principles. No doubt it will break me down. However, I’m wondering if taking the “fight” aspect out of my training will impact my intensity. It may sound twisted but I really enjoy, and currently am missing, those reductive moments of pure animal fury that let me unleash. I *like* feeling like my life is on the line and then going a little batshit crazy to come back from the edge. I’ve long since moved past the point where “vanity” training does anything but serve as a 10 second ego boost. I want pain.
Finances add a layer of complexity. I really don’t have the luxury of dropping wads of cash at a gym. A lot of the mess I’m dealing with is directly tied to some poor financial decisions. Ironically this makes it difficult to afford the kind of outlets that would help put my mind on the path necessary to fix the aforementioned mistakes. So, for the moment I’m limited to kicking my own arse.
However, I really think the octagon beckons…