March 16, 2011
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Boxing.
Today begins my training. On April 9th, I will be taking on Senior Writer at the Worcester Magazine Jeremy Shulkin.
I will be updating this everyday with my training regiment. Pulling no punches, PUN INTENDED.
So that means if I went to work ate a sandwich, came home ate some cheese and watched “21 Jump Street” on Netflix I will let you know.
I plan on making some days ridiculous though, and will be developing a MA accent like Mickey Ward. But I will be talking trash somewhere in between Mohammed Ali and Mike Tyson. And somehow still win, despite not taking it seriously at all.
Today I learned how to left and right jab.
Jimbo, Jeremy and mine’s trainer, told me I was “a natural.” I guess that’s what getting my ass kicked all those times did for me.
Jimbo himself is a pretty awesome guy. He’s got scraggly graying black hair just kissing his shoulder. When he smiles the dingy warehouse boxing center’s florescent bulbs get a bit brighter despite the that his rays crag out in different ways. He doesn’t shake hands, he clasps your whole hand starting at the thumb and brings you in for a hug. It’s partly because he is a genuine man, and partly because the top of one of his fingers is missing.
I guess tomorrow we’re going to start sparring. But not against each other. We’ll be sparring with Worcester’s own City Councilor, Joff Smith. We’ll see.
Shulkin, you’re going down.
Kisses,
Shaun
