I love fighting so much!

The instructor yesterday
had a t-shirt with the 
word: Boxing is Love
on his back. 

Boxing felt very good.
I can see my body 
transforming slowly. Not 
only from the boxing,
karate and hiking, 
but more from my eating 
habit that has changed 
since I've stopped
watching the tv. I'm 
back into intermittent 
fasting, only eating
between 12 and 6pm. 

I feel very slow and 
fat in the class. I'm
glad there is one student
that is fatter and slower, 
I don't feel like the 
worst in the class. I'm 
pretty sure I'm the oldest
too. It's a strange 
feeling. My technique
isn't too bad though, 
I can hold up to few
of the students and I'm
probably hitting harder
than most of them. 

I compare myself to the
others. These 18 years
old boys in perfect 
shape and body. I
want to be better and
stronger, even if
I'm 30 years older. 
I'm trying to do push
up and sit up as much 
as them, skip as long 
as they are skipping. 

I think this is really 
healthy for me. This 
type of comparing and
competition isn't too
toxic. I ultimately 
don't care that much, 
but it puts a goal in 
front of me.  Training 
with people in better 
shape than me pushes me 
to better myself. 

I can see the difference
in fighting experience
though. When we spar, 
I can see them unfocused
and not aware, getting
angry as soon as they get
punched. I love the mental
game of boxing. The fear, 
the discomfort, the pain,
the pride, that has to be 
managed all at the same 
time. It's a trial by 
fire, and I can use this
for my spiritual development. 
Learning to take a punch
and being able to be aware,
relaxed, and continuing 
to fight is a tremendous 
skill to develop for personal
growth.