A Year with the Producers by Denman Jeffry;Broderick Matthew; & Matthew Broderick

Author:Denman, Jeffry;Broderick, Matthew; & Matthew Broderick [Denman, Jeffry & Broderick, Matthew]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Taylor & Francis Group
Published: 2013-08-15T00:00:00+00:00

Boxing Day

MONDAY, FEBRUARY 5:

Holy shit. What the hell was I thinking? I have never been so exhausted in my life. News flash: boxers are in fan-fucking-tastic shape!!!!! Yes, I watched Rocky, but I guess seeing it really isn’t the same as doing it. Imagine that? It was an hour class, and I had my lungs in my hands after twenty minutes. That was before my partner starting hitting me in the stomach!

Let me start at the beginning. I walked in and saw a couple of people wrapping their hands with long yellow pieces of cloth. I found some in a bucket and started to do the same, quickly realizing that there is a specific technique. So I got taught and moved on. Feeling very, very tough, I grabbed my jump rope and my towel and found a place on the floor. A small, stocky Italian walked in. Tony. He looked like he could and wanted to kick everyone’s ass. I found out later that that was when he was in a good mood. He put some music on and started yelling in a microphone that made everything he said completely unintelligible. It sounded like, “Cay, cay, cay, lssgo, junnninrowfe, tree mnts.” Translation “Okay, okay, okay. Let’s go. We’re jumping rope for three minutes.”

The first half hour played out something like this: jump rope for three minutes, shadow box for three minutes, rest for, like, a second, jump rope again, soft hits on the bag with no gloves, rest for a millisecond, jump rope, put the gloves on, hit the bag, jump rope, give birth, rest for a nanosecond, jump rope, sign last will and testament, think about resting, jump rope, watch innards come streaming out your mouth, jump rope, try to spell the word rest, strangle instructor with rope. It’s good for the heart rate. (Those last couple happened in my dreams during the coma.)

The first half hour was over, and I was ready for more. Here comes the fun part. I was breathing for my very life at this point. Tony came over and asked me if I had ever boxed before. I told him no. He said that I was doing well. “Oh, really? I’m doing well?” Well, that only makes me work harder. So we get paired up. I get this big, beefy guy named Mark. Nice guy. Polite. Wouldn’t want to box him. Tony gave us a pair of sparring gloves. One guy wears boxing gloves; the other wears sparring gloves, which are basically big flat pads on your hands. You’ve seen this if you’ve ever seen a boxer train. We had to take turns hitting the sparring gloves as hard as possible. I went first. Three minutes. Exhausted. Then I switched to the sparring gloves. I figured this is the rest part. Riiiiiiiight. Not at all. If anything, it was harder because the whole time Mark was beating the tar out of my hands. Which took a huge toll on my arms and back. We switched back and forth a couple of times.

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