“How do you feel?”
“Good. Really good; I slept like a baby last night.”
“That's what I like to hear. Need you full of energy for your upcoming fight.”
“Yeah, it's not far off now. I can't wait, man. I'm bringing home another medal.”
“Hell yeah,” Robbed laughed. “You are so ready for this, man. I’ve got complete faith in you. You’ll bring the house down.”
That is what I loved about Robbie; he knew how to get your head in the game. He was behind his guys 110%, and he fought just as hard for a win as we all did. He was an amazing trainer, and one hell of a guy.
“You ready to get started, then?”
“Yeah, of course. What's up first?”
“Let's start with the heavy bag rounds; work on your striking.”
I put on my gloves, and we headed over to the bags, he set a timer and we got into it. It was a great workout when my coach had me working heavy bag rounds. It was the best possible cardio exercise available. It burned straight through you, and if you could work hard in the gym?really kill yourself?then the fights were easy. Training is where you burn yourself out; that way, you are ready for the fight, and you won't tire out. Many people didn't realize that as they spent hours on the treadmill. You could burn far more calories in less time by doing heavy bag rounds. It was a more intense endurance training than just running.
It would be a tough day, as I would be worked to exhaustion. Heavy bag rounds consisted of 10 two-minute rounds that mimicked a fight sequence. I had to throw everything I knew, such as elbows, spinning back kicks, punches, and knees. I had to use speed and accuracy to ensure that not only was I quick, but powerful. You could only be powerful if your technique was on the nose, otherwise you were just a sloppy fighter. I had to complete all 10 rounds with no break and no water. If I survived, I would be awarded a water break that lasted no more than a minute.
I began my rounds and threw combinations of jabs, rights, and hooks, all landing in a pop, pop, pop motion, knuckles engaging with the bag in one fluid motion. I didn't think of anything else but my imaginary opponent. I stayed focused, sweat pouring off of me as I handled round after round. My trainer stood in the corner, coaching me on where to throw, reminding me of what I needed to work on.
My last strike hit hard as the bell went off. I was dripping sweat on the mats, my shirt drenched, but I felt exhilarated.
“Good job, Jet. You stayed focused, you dug deep. That's what you want, man. When it comes to winning, sometimes you need to dig deep. Fight through the pain, Jet, and you will always be a winner. Now go get a drink of water, and then meet me back here for pad work.”
I headed for the water cooler. Once there, I grabbed a bottle of water, and drank half of it without blinking an eye. I needed to be careful; I loved the cool, quenching taste of water, but too much of it could cause me to cramp up in a fight. I wiped the sweat off my br
ow with my shirt. I practiced my breathing to slow down my heart rate. Breathe in slowly through the nose, and out through the mouth. Do that a few times and your heart rate slows right down. It refreshes your body to allow you to keep going.
I headed back to where Robbie was holding the pad. At the last minute he decided to do pad work with me in the ring for two rounds.
“Feeling lucky?”
“Pad work is where I always win, Robbie; you know that.”
He chuckled, and held up a large Thai pad in front of his body, and when the bell rang, we would spar. The purpose of the exercise was for me to avoid being cornered. I would have to throw whatever I could at the pads, keeping my opponent off of me, and ensuring I would not be pushed in the corner. It was the trainer’s job, however, to apply pressure, and force me into the corner. The exercise proved to be exhausting, but highly effective, because if you could build up enough endurance with someone's body weight on you, a real fight should be a piece of cake. It was also why weight training was important. If your opponent was strong and you were not, then you would never be able to push his weight off of you. It was highly important to have balance in training, and weights certainly had their place. We only did a few rounds of those, because it could take the life out of you and we had much more work to do.
“Alright, kiddo, good work. You really fought me off in there, that's what I like to see.”
“Hell yeah.”
“Let's get the focus mitts and work on your technique.”
We got out of the ring, and headed for the mats again. I took a moment to grab some water and breathe a bit while he fetched focus mitts from the back room. He returned quickly; however, he didn't want to allow me to cool down.
“Let's go!”
Next, Robbie had me do more pad work, but this time with focus mitts. Using focus mitts forced a fighter to use good technique, or risk missing the pad completely. All that you could hear across the gym was the pop, pop, pop of my gloves hitting the pads. We did five rounds of that, and ended our day in the cage. He had me do two rounds of light sparring to get a feel for how I was doing. At this point, I really needed to dig deep as a fighter, because I was gassed. It was a hard training session that just seemed never-ending. When our round ended, he invited in a freshmen teammate who was not part of the starting squad.
“Hey, Josh, come in here and spar with Jet. You might as well get your feet wet. Don't go hard on him though, Jet.”
I just nodded.
The sparring rounds were good, and kept me on my toes. It was an excellent way for me to see where my weaknesses were. I was also allowed to use all my tricks. I could keep the fight going as a stand-up, or I could take it to the ground. It all depended on how the fight went, and what my opponent's weaknesses were.
The kid wasn't bad for a freshman, but he had a lot to learn. He would get there though, they always did. We ended our round, and touched gloves before the kid headed out of the ring. I took my gloves off, and got out of the ring myself. I sat down on one of the benches and took off my shin pads. I was taking my gear off, but my workout was not complete. We still had weight training, and we’d be focusing on back and biceps. I grabbed a quick rinse, and followed Robbie to the weight area.