I’ve just sustained my first ever sporting injury. It’s a nightmare that won’t seem to go away. 3 days have passed and still I’m sore round the shoulders, I have no idea if I’m ever going to try boxing again to be honest.
It seemed like a good idea at the time, some light sparring – good manly exercise. My head was safe so I knew I’d not suffer any damage there and my opponent seemed easily beatable. I therefore had no qualms about warming up and getting myself in among it. How was I to know you can wrench your shoulder out by trying to punch too hard? Without even receiving one single punch I walked away in pain. The only consolation being that my wife seems to be suffering the same.
It was all her fault anyway. In the first bout I was taking it easy, enjoying the exercise and novelty of giving Jo an occasional smack without the rigmarole of social services getting involved. But it hadn’t occurred to me how the points rack up. Jo was going for it like she had 11 years of pent up emotional neglect suddenly and explosively to release. And there it was, three rounds later I’d been beaten – by a girl!
Why couldn’t she follow the rules – have a bit of fun playing sport against a man, get a few points to make it interesting and then let him win! It’s not rocket science.
The game was on. The second bout began. There was no longer any room for mistake or friendliness. I had to win this one for the sake of mankind, for downtrodden thumb ruled husbands all over the world. The bell rang.
I ran in wind-milling like a wind turbine in a hurricane. Punch after punch went in; face, body, above and below the belt – my eyes were closed in determination so aiming was irrelevant. Round one went to me and I wheezed a few seconds of breath back. Round two was a draw after Jo got a lucky left hander to my chin when a camera flash distracted me. I was still in the lead but only just.
Round three took about 3 hours. I pummelled, dodged, upper cut, jabbed and switched to South Paw. I did everything I could and then suddenly with only about 20 seconds of the round left over she was down. I had her out and she stayed out. 10 long seconds passed but there was no way she was getting back up. I jumped for joy punching the air with relief – I’d done it. Man was back!
It was the next day – the adrenaline subsided – when I noticed the pain. Realised that there is a reason why top sportsmen do all that training; Spend so long warming up and cooling down. There is a reason why I’m not a sportsman.
Jo was in the same mess and so we resolved just to play Brain Training the next night; leaving the sports games to the kids instead. The WII is an amazing toy and great fun, but if they are going to put games like boxing on there then there should be better warnings or training advice given.
I’m not sure when we are ever gong to try the boxing again, I prefer the tennis anyway. Jo though has stated that there definitely will be a rematch as she is quite competitive. Talking of which she is outside as I type, running up and down the garden with a big log on her shoulders, there is a big group of kids following her singing ‘Eye of the Tiger’.
It seemed like a good idea at the time, some light sparring – good manly exercise. My head was safe so I knew I’d not suffer any damage there and my opponent seemed easily beatable. I therefore had no qualms about warming up and getting myself in among it. How was I to know you can wrench your shoulder out by trying to punch too hard? Without even receiving one single punch I walked away in pain. The only consolation being that my wife seems to be suffering the same.
It was all her fault anyway. In the first bout I was taking it easy, enjoying the exercise and novelty of giving Jo an occasional smack without the rigmarole of social services getting involved. But it hadn’t occurred to me how the points rack up. Jo was going for it like she had 11 years of pent up emotional neglect suddenly and explosively to release. And there it was, three rounds later I’d been beaten – by a girl!
Why couldn’t she follow the rules – have a bit of fun playing sport against a man, get a few points to make it interesting and then let him win! It’s not rocket science.
The game was on. The second bout began. There was no longer any room for mistake or friendliness. I had to win this one for the sake of mankind, for downtrodden thumb ruled husbands all over the world. The bell rang.
I ran in wind-milling like a wind turbine in a hurricane. Punch after punch went in; face, body, above and below the belt – my eyes were closed in determination so aiming was irrelevant. Round one went to me and I wheezed a few seconds of breath back. Round two was a draw after Jo got a lucky left hander to my chin when a camera flash distracted me. I was still in the lead but only just.
Round three took about 3 hours. I pummelled, dodged, upper cut, jabbed and switched to South Paw. I did everything I could and then suddenly with only about 20 seconds of the round left over she was down. I had her out and she stayed out. 10 long seconds passed but there was no way she was getting back up. I jumped for joy punching the air with relief – I’d done it. Man was back!
It was the next day – the adrenaline subsided – when I noticed the pain. Realised that there is a reason why top sportsmen do all that training; Spend so long warming up and cooling down. There is a reason why I’m not a sportsman.
Jo was in the same mess and so we resolved just to play Brain Training the next night; leaving the sports games to the kids instead. The WII is an amazing toy and great fun, but if they are going to put games like boxing on there then there should be better warnings or training advice given.
I’m not sure when we are ever gong to try the boxing again, I prefer the tennis anyway. Jo though has stated that there definitely will be a rematch as she is quite competitive. Talking of which she is outside as I type, running up and down the garden with a big log on her shoulders, there is a big group of kids following her singing ‘Eye of the Tiger’.
Should I be worried about this?
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