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<blockquote data-quote="Star*" data-source="post: 324168" data-attributes="member: 4964"><p>I've mentioned this before. <img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite8" alt=":D" title="Big Grin :D" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":D" /> </p><p></p><p>My Father (Pop) was a Golden Gloves boxer when he was in the Army. If you ask my Mom? I was a ballerina, majorette, swimmer, gymnast, equestrian rider, - and never ever boxed. lol. I'm also a fair football player. My Dad never got his boy. He got a girl twice as tough. I'm the pretty one. </p><p></p><p> When I started I was basically backyard trained, heavy bag, speed bag, loads of running, footwork, and local YMCA. Of course back in the late 70's and early 80's it really wasn't something for girls or young ladies to do and finding a sparing partner was usually a man who didn't take you seriously. They didn't take you seriously until your Dad said, "Stop messing around and knock him out." </p><p></p><p> I also lifted weights and trained to be a professional body builder much to my Dad's dismay. I had huge arms, flat chest, enormous thighs, and tiny waist, but got hit by a drunk and never got to go to the the first show. It was the first of seven times I would be hit by drunk drivers. At the time I was hit? I was 18, weighed 119 lbs, and benching 215 lbs. Not bad for a girl. Instead of winning a tropy I spent time in the hospital and learned how to walk again. That also ended most of my boxing potential. My neck and back now look like a jigsaw puzzle.</p><p></p><p>But most of the time I got to spar with my Pop, or at the Y....occasionally another girl would have a little training or some skill and we'd get to go a few rounds. That's about the only time that I ever really got to have what I would call a fair fight. Girls don't pull punches. They're also more vicious and mean. The other thing is - they don't stop. Men fight, they hit, they go to their corners, it's over. Women? You hit a woman and it's on. You go to your corner,and it's not over. We don't shut off or something. Makes for bad boxers if you ask me. Good for ticket sales - bad for trying to get home in the parking lot. Anyone who's ever seen women fight will tell you that. Even disciplined women like boxers? It's still a struggle. </p><p></p><p>Then later in life I went back to working out and running....ended up doing some self defense. Helped when I did bartending. Then life happens....and well it's not really a skill you can use when you weigh 280 lbs, but it is a skill that you carry with you when you are scared, or defensive. </p><p></p><p>Unfortunately it didn't help me much against a husband two and 1/2 times my size, who like to beat on me. The one time I did flip and reach out and touch him? I blacked his eye, flipped him over the dining room table, out the back door, and nearly knocked him out. After that? I didn't get beat on for about six months. The mystery in all of it I suppose to anyone is how you can be so tough most of your life and let a gorilla pound you into the ground. The answer for me was when your self esteem is whittled away and you feel worthless over and over every day you loose your fight, you figure you're not worth defending, even for yourself, and you do little to nothing but take what you get from someone who professed to love you." It was very confusing. I know that part of my life won't happen again, and I know I won't box again.....but it's nice to think back about the times I spent with my Pop.</p><p></p><p>It's fun when Dudes friends come around and he says "My Mom knows how to fight/box." and tells them to square off with me and they say "Oh I dont want to hurt you." Then I just stand there and say "Well lets see whatcha got." and they hold their stance, and it's all wrong and you teach them why it's wrong and then they argue and you demonstrate to them WHY it's wrong or how you can get to them by their guard being down, and it just amazes them that someone as "old" as me can move that fast. lol. Then it becomes a training session and that's the fun of it for me anymore. Not the gore (although I love to watch real boxing, not cage matches), they go away with knowledge. I feel like Pop's right there. </p><p></p><p>The neatest thing too - we were going through some of my Gmas stuff years after she passed away, and in a suitcase full of photographs from the 1920's or 1930's there in a NY night club was a picture of her and Knute Rockne having drinks. Now that would have been something huh? Having Knute for a G'pa? (I'm adopted so it wouldn't have mattered anyway) but wow. </p><p></p><p>Thanks for asking MimiSuz....</p><p></p><p>Hope Rob is doing well today and Mommie Heather too.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Star*, post: 324168, member: 4964"] I've mentioned this before. :happy: My Father (Pop) was a Golden Gloves boxer when he was in the Army. If you ask my Mom? I was a ballerina, majorette, swimmer, gymnast, equestrian rider, - and never ever boxed. lol. I'm also a fair football player. My Dad never got his boy. He got a girl twice as tough. I'm the pretty one. When I started I was basically backyard trained, heavy bag, speed bag, loads of running, footwork, and local YMCA. Of course back in the late 70's and early 80's it really wasn't something for girls or young ladies to do and finding a sparing partner was usually a man who didn't take you seriously. They didn't take you seriously until your Dad said, "Stop messing around and knock him out." I also lifted weights and trained to be a professional body builder much to my Dad's dismay. I had huge arms, flat chest, enormous thighs, and tiny waist, but got hit by a drunk and never got to go to the the first show. It was the first of seven times I would be hit by drunk drivers. At the time I was hit? I was 18, weighed 119 lbs, and benching 215 lbs. Not bad for a girl. Instead of winning a tropy I spent time in the hospital and learned how to walk again. That also ended most of my boxing potential. My neck and back now look like a jigsaw puzzle. But most of the time I got to spar with my Pop, or at the Y....occasionally another girl would have a little training or some skill and we'd get to go a few rounds. That's about the only time that I ever really got to have what I would call a fair fight. Girls don't pull punches. They're also more vicious and mean. The other thing is - they don't stop. Men fight, they hit, they go to their corners, it's over. Women? You hit a woman and it's on. You go to your corner,and it's not over. We don't shut off or something. Makes for bad boxers if you ask me. Good for ticket sales - bad for trying to get home in the parking lot. Anyone who's ever seen women fight will tell you that. Even disciplined women like boxers? It's still a struggle. Then later in life I went back to working out and running....ended up doing some self defense. Helped when I did bartending. Then life happens....and well it's not really a skill you can use when you weigh 280 lbs, but it is a skill that you carry with you when you are scared, or defensive. Unfortunately it didn't help me much against a husband two and 1/2 times my size, who like to beat on me. The one time I did flip and reach out and touch him? I blacked his eye, flipped him over the dining room table, out the back door, and nearly knocked him out. After that? I didn't get beat on for about six months. The mystery in all of it I suppose to anyone is how you can be so tough most of your life and let a gorilla pound you into the ground. The answer for me was when your self esteem is whittled away and you feel worthless over and over every day you loose your fight, you figure you're not worth defending, even for yourself, and you do little to nothing but take what you get from someone who professed to love you." It was very confusing. I know that part of my life won't happen again, and I know I won't box again.....but it's nice to think back about the times I spent with my Pop. It's fun when Dudes friends come around and he says "My Mom knows how to fight/box." and tells them to square off with me and they say "Oh I dont want to hurt you." Then I just stand there and say "Well lets see whatcha got." and they hold their stance, and it's all wrong and you teach them why it's wrong and then they argue and you demonstrate to them WHY it's wrong or how you can get to them by their guard being down, and it just amazes them that someone as "old" as me can move that fast. lol. Then it becomes a training session and that's the fun of it for me anymore. Not the gore (although I love to watch real boxing, not cage matches), they go away with knowledge. I feel like Pop's right there. The neatest thing too - we were going through some of my Gmas stuff years after she passed away, and in a suitcase full of photographs from the 1920's or 1930's there in a NY night club was a picture of her and Knute Rockne having drinks. Now that would have been something huh? Having Knute for a G'pa? (I'm adopted so it wouldn't have mattered anyway) but wow. Thanks for asking MimiSuz.... Hope Rob is doing well today and Mommie Heather too. [/QUOTE]
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