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Although I’m not aspiring to be a professional boxer, I have a profound respect for the sport and those who contribute to it. I only started boxing in 11^th grade, and ever since I laced up my gloves I wondered why I hadn’t started sooner. Stepping into the ring for the first time, even if it’s only just to spar, is truly an indescribable feeling. I remember the first time I sparred. After a couple weeks of working out with my trainer he asked me if I wanted to get in the ring with another guy he trained. There was no way that I was going to turn that offer down. Had no idea the dude was going to be like 25 and jacked but it was all good. To this day I don’t believe that there was anyway he could have been in my weight class but that’s beside the point. Adrenaline began to replace the initial shock once the first bell rang. The game plan was: Head down, hands up, keep moving, keep punching. Pretty basic stuff when your doing pad work and someone’s not trying to knock you out, but I held my own. Got some good shots in and didn’t get knocked down once. To me, for my first time sparring, I thought that wasn’t too bad. I hope I continue to box for as long as I physically can. It really is a great sport.