If there is one biggest challenge I would highlight in my early boxing journey, it would be transportation
I was a university student with no car. And when you’re training for a competition, consistency is everything. You’re supposed to show up and train with the team.
During my first fight preparation, I only showed up once or twice a week. Not because I didn’t want to train, but because Grab was freaking expensive. Imagine paying RM40+ for a ride, plus RM10 for class fees, just to attend a single training session. For a student, that adds up fast.
So most of my training happened alone. Jogging. Shadowboxing. Repeating same drills, without really knowing if I was doing them correctly.
I know my coaches were not stupid, they definitely notice I rarely come to training. However, they still let me compete. Im truly grateful for that, but at the same time, I also felt guitly
I won that fight, but it didn’t feel clean. It wasn’t a victory I should be proud of. It was a war of power. I gassed out in round two, fighting like someone who hadn’t been properly trained for the ring. The only reason I won was because I was slightly stronger than my opponent.
That’s all.
Looking back, having no transport while trying to compete in a combat sport can be pain in the ass.
Do you know how hard is it to count how much money you have in the bank and compare it to how much training you can do.
For the sake of showing up at least once every week im still willing to spent that much.
And honestly, I was jealous of people who could just drive to training without thinking twice.
I won’t lie, I felt resentment at times. But who’s fault is that? No one.
It was just the situation I was in. Life placing me in a difficult position while also giving me the desire to compete in boxing competition. It doesn’t feel good.
After that fight, I stopped going to boxing training for more than half a year.
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