Introductions

My name is Ian, and I have never had a fight in my life (there I said it). Actually I have had one or two minor skirmishes in school ... vs Stephen Wincote age 6, and vs Mark Laven age 13 ... but that's it. I don't want to fight anyone in real-life, its just not me. I only admit that to give you a bit of context for this project. Over the next 12 months I am going to document our journey to become amateur boxers. Haha, I said amateur as if there's the option to be professional ... I am 32 years old, will be 33 in July, I work as a Sales Manager for a large software corporation, and I live in Ottawa, Canada with my wife of 5 and a half years and my dog, Fern. I am in reasonable shape, judge for yourself when you see the introductory video, but don't judge too hard because I ate a load of junk food and drank a load of booze before those shots to make the footage 12 months from now look even more impressive. Konrad is an Economist. I was pretty surprised when he said that he wanted to join in when I told him about the plan to transform myself into a boxer over the course of 12 months, with the goal of having a real boxing match on a proper bill. Konrad is younger than me. I would guess that he is fitter too, but I think its fair to say that we both have some hard work to do to keep this from being downright dangerous. Marcus is a Market Analyst, and is probably the fittest of the three of us starting the training. As of today Marcus has not commited to actually fighting but he wants to train, and I think he may get into it. I don't know, no pressure. Firuz is filming it all. I explained the plan to him about 2 months ago, and he liked the idea of tracking rather average, normal men trying to get fit enough not to get humiliated by some little shithead first time we step into the ring.


Buying the gloves at Canadian Tire

Monday, April 14, 2008

Do I have to ?

This weekend I had the first talk to my wife about how sensible this all is. Inevitable I suppose, and it went something like this :-
Ian : What do you think we should call the blog ? At the moment its called My First Fight
(we were in the car driving back from the kitchen remodeling showroom, honestly)
Karin : Why do you have to have a fight, you're making it all about the fight, not the fitness thing
I : We can call it whatever, thats just the title for now
K : Why do you have to have a fight ?
I : Its to see if I can become a boxer after 12 months
K : Of course you can
I : Oh ?
K What do you think your mum will say ? She won't like it.
I : I'm not telling her, she won't have to know
K : Really ? (mock threateningly, but really threatening)
.........
K : I am worried, you're going to become a retard. You're a bit sensitive
I : I'm just going to have one fight, win one fight and thats it
K : How do you know
I : They wear head gear and everything
K : Well I'm just worried about ... etc etc

I can't remember the rest, it didn't especially escalate from there but suffice to say that Karin is not coming to the fight, I think she's secretly looking forward to the six-pack though. When and if that happens. Marcus and I worked out last night, 5 min jog, 10 min cross-trainer, 40 min weight circuit (light), 5 min interval running. I didn't drink at all last week except for 5 beers on Friday night, more later on dieting. I did have 2 slices of left over pizza yesterday afternoon.
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