My first real spar was with a guy who wanted to see if I had what it took (he is a heavyweight pro fighter. Me? 5’5″, 142 lbs. with no fights). Even though he controlled his power, he still hit me very hard for four rounds! He left me with a black eye, a sore nose, hurt ribs, gasping for air and with him thinking I would never come back. To his surprise, I came back the next night. Now, he is my trainer.
When I first came to the gym, everyone stared at me and had very little, if anything, to say to me. Now after four months, I have sparred with several of them and most know me by name. It really feels good to be accepted–to know they think of me as a fellow boxer.
Am I a real boxer? I believe I am. I’m getting in the ring August 25th. I’ll be doing something very few men or women have the guts to do. I will cross that line.
As I quietly pray and seek guidance, I am scared! I’m scared to death and even more nervous! Do I have the heart? I have been told I do, and once again I believe I do. However, I can’t answer that question till after the fight.




