Some things come full circle. I remember after my 2nd and youngest child, Macky, was born, I was getting used to this body that wasn’t familiar to me anymore. I started running again, and I allowed my imagination to get me through the tedious work. I thought, “It would be so cool to be in a fight camp.” And I use that to push just a little faster and longer.
Three years later, I was in my first fight camp. It’s true—if you can imagine it, it will come.
On May 1, 2018, I made my boxing debut. My opponent had no fights either, so it made me feel a little at ease that she was going through the same journey as me. Those little thoughts of doubt creeping in. What if I lose? What if I get hurt? All I could do was answer those questions:
So what? I still love this!
And that is what you shift the focus on—what you love. I love the training. I love the competition. I love getting better. I love this sport.
My opponent and I went three two-minute rounds, and the judges gave us a draw. We both walked out that ring as winners. We put on a show! And we will forever remember each other as friends, because we both shared that moment, against each other, but together. It’s beautiful.
HER FIRST FIGHT: Stories To Encourage & Inspire is Revolheart's blog series chronicling women and girls' first bouts in the ring. We did it and so can you. Spark another gal's fight, share your first fight story! Email us at firstname.lastname@example.org. Let's All Fight!