Boxing and Bell Rung
Mutual Understanding
12:30.
There I was, sweating like a snowman in a sauna. It was the second day of the boxing tournament and I had made it to the semi-finals. I was awaiting the decision of the referees for my semi-final fight, hoping that I would be placed in the finals. I was rapidly bouncing my leg up and down, shaking my head back and forth, and praying to hear those golden words “The winner for the semi-finals in the lightweight division is number 23.” The microphone clicks in.
“The winner for the semi-finals in the lightweight division is number 23. Armen Aghajanyan.”
I hopped out of seat at the speed of lighting with a huge smile over my face, my coach high fived my hand and calmly stated
“It’s good that you won, but that fight was to close. When you win you have to win by an enormous margins there was no doubt in anyone’s mind that you won. This was hard, but the finals will be even harder” My hopping and prancing slowly came to an end. I had completely forgotten that I had my final match coming up in roughly 30 minutes, more accurately about 25. My whole year was built up to this moment. I practiced virtually every day for this moment. I started quickly pacing back and forth, stretching my arms, my calves, thighs, every muscle I could think of. I quickly glanced at the old, brown, rusty digital clock.
12:50.
“Crap I have 5 minutes left. No. Wait its 12:40, thank God. I should start taping up… Nah I’ll do that in 5 minutes.” At this point, I decided it would be a good idea to cool off. I jogged to the bathroom, turned the ancient, greasy knob to hear the refreshing sound of the cool water hitting the cracked granite sink. I cupped my hands and flung the cool water toward my face, it was as refreshing as drinking a cold coke on a hot and sunny day. I was ready. I calmly walked back, opened my blue, smelly gym bag and picked out two hand wrap’s that looked relatively new. I slowly started wrapping the soft, black wrap around my right
12:30.
There I was, sweating like a snowman in a sauna. It was the second day of the boxing tournament and I had made it to the semi-finals. I was awaiting the decision of the referees for my semi-final fight, hoping that I would be placed in the finals. I was rapidly bouncing my leg up and down, shaking my head back and forth, and praying to hear those golden words “The winner for the semi-finals in the lightweight division is number 23.” The microphone clicks in.
“The winner for the semi-finals in the lightweight division is number 23. Armen Aghajanyan.”
I hopped out of seat at the speed of lighting with a huge smile over my face, my coach high fived my hand and calmly stated
“It’s good that you won, but that fight was to close. When you win you have to win by an enormous margins there was no doubt in anyone’s mind that you won. This was hard, but the finals will be even harder” My hopping and prancing slowly came to an end. I had completely forgotten that I had my final match coming up in roughly 30 minutes, more accurately about 25. My whole year was built up to this moment. I practiced virtually every day for this moment. I started quickly pacing back and forth, stretching my arms, my calves, thighs, every muscle I could think of. I quickly glanced at the old, brown, rusty digital clock.
12:50.
“Crap I have 5 minutes left. No. Wait its 12:40, thank God. I should start taping up… Nah I’ll do that in 5 minutes.” At this point, I decided it would be a good idea to cool off. I jogged to the bathroom, turned the ancient, greasy knob to hear the refreshing sound of the cool water hitting the cracked granite sink. I cupped my hands and flung the cool water toward my face, it was as refreshing as drinking a cold coke on a hot and sunny day. I was ready. I calmly walked back, opened my blue, smelly gym bag and picked out two hand wrap’s that looked relatively new. I slowly started wrapping the soft, black wrap around my right