Tag: thinking

  • Listening to Your Coach: The Mind-Body Connection in Boxing

    Listening to Your Coach: The Mind-Body Connection in Boxing

    Seventeen young men, most of the court-ordered to be there, are standing with me in lose rows in their boxing stance, guard up. Coach “One Bad Jab” Massey calls the shots.

    “Jab, jab, jab, squat. Jab, pivot…jab,” he calls, never raising voice overmuch, mixing up the timing of his commands, and watching us with an eagle eye. The shots are called slowly, with plenty of time in between for Coach Massey to walk among the rows with a boxing glove that is stuffed and taped to one end of a long shovel handle. These are standard tools in boxing gyms.

    The trick here is that if he jabs that thing in your face you DO. NOT. FLINCH. You don’t duck, you don’t do anything. Unless he shouts “Squat!” to the group, and then you better get low or risk having your head popped by his glove-on-a-stick.

    “I did NOT say ‘squat,’” Massey comments calmly to a young man who saw the glove coming and wrongly anticipated the coach’s command. “Give me 15 pushups.”

    The young man drops and the rest continue. This isn’t an exercise in jabs, or squats, or even overcoming the flinch reflex. They are lessons in listening.

    In fact, if you were to regularly watch the training sessions at Second Round, there would be plenty of days when you might think the coach was working harder at teaching the kids to listen than he is at making them sweat.

    And you’d be right.

    Why boxers need to develop an instinctive response to a coach’s voice

    There’s a lot of mental work that goes on when you’re in the ring. But then there are times when you’re too fatigued to work your strategy, or you’re under so much heavy fire you just can’t think, all you can do is survive. That’s one of your coach’s most critical jobs — to call the shots when you can’t do it any more. But it doesn’t begin there.

    1. Creating safety out of chaos

    Second Round held a sparring night for all of the new boxers in the gym recently. Once everyone was geared up and gathered around the ring apron, Massey climbed into the ring and called for everyone’s attention.

    Our kids are mostly there by court order. They have a lot of street tough in them. But even if they didn’t, most people come to a boxing gym expecting to “fight.” They have images of brawls, fistfights, and lots of anger and frustration coming out inside those ropes.

    Which is a big mistake, and the first one Massey points out.

    “What are we here to do?” he asks the kids, who are anxious and jittery, shuffling and bumping each other. But they think they know the answer.

    “Fight!” they tell him, and it comes out like a cheer.

    “No,” he responds, shaking his head. “We’re here to box.” He doesn’t elaborate, but his point will be illustrated soon, when they see how easily a more experienced boxer will evade their wild, messy, craziness in the ring, and return smart, quick, stinging punches as they flail around.

    “I have three commands for you to remember tonight,” he continues. “You’ll hear them from your ref at the beginning of your match, and you’ll hear them during your rounds. If you forget everything else while you’re in this ring, I want you to remember these three words.” He pauses to make sure he has their attention.

    “The three commands are ‘box,’ ‘break,’ and ‘stop.’” He fires off each word like a rifle shot, and they pop against the cinderblocks and echo back.

    He explains, but I know the real understanding won’t come until much later in their training. Because as they brawl their messy way through those initial rounds, these three commands help put the first, rough boundaries on what they are trying to learn. They keep the kids safe in a very chaotic place.

    If you can hear nothing else (and you can’t hear much) during the war of your first rounds, you hear those words, and respond. And that’s where a powerful relationship with a great coach begins.

    2. Stopping a new boxer’s tendency to overthink

    I’m a thinker. I have a bachelor’s and a master’s degree. And when I was a new boxer, my brain frequently held me back in the ring. When faced with a complicated situation I wanted to stop and carefully analyze all the multiple pieces that were going into my work. But my brain wasn’t boxing-smart. And often there were too many pieces to think of at once, and I ended up paralyzed and unable to move, or else I just looked a mess.

    Over and over I would hear my coaches say, “You’re over-thinking it.” And I was. I found that often my body could respond more quickly and easily to my coach’s shot-calls than my brain could make sense of everything, stitch all the pieces logically together, and tell my body to execute the command.

    Sometimes you have to cut out the middleman. Sometimes the middleman is your own brain. Use your coach’s brain instead, because it’s boxing-smart.

    I was teaching proper form for a jab to a friend recently when I was reminded of this again. She wanted to “talk through” each part at length; it’s a complicated creature, the jab. We’d been going through the motions carefully for a while, but the whole shot wasn’t coming together for her.

    Eventually I interrupted her verbal processing, which was getting us nowhere. “Stop thinking about it,” I told her. “Just pop it into my hand on my command.” And an instant later I called, “Jab!”

    And damned if she didn’t throw the prettiest bee-sting jab you ever saw straight into my upraised palm.

    Your body may be able to learn boxing faster than your brain does. You need both, but more than that, you need a coach to tell you when to shift gears.

    3. Getting you through rough rounds against superior opponents

    Your coach helps you build your strategy as you prepare to face a tough opponent. And while you may start your bout with your plan firmly in place, sometimes you find yourself outmatched or getting eaten alive by your opponent’s strategy instead.

    At some point you default to simply protecting yourself; you become all defense. You stop scoring, and you will lose the fight if you’re all on your own.

    A good coach in your corner can turn that completely around for you, in many cases. But you have to be able to tune out the roar of the room, the sound of punches banging against your ears, and the random cheers and jeers of onlookers. You have to have one channel only open, the one between you and your coach.

    When she or he calls the shots, you let your body respond. Your coach then has the control, and can guide you through the jagged reefs and safely into the harbor, if you can listen and respond.

    As it is in boxing, so it is in life

    I find myself saying this more and more these days. Good, clean boxing informs life, and vice-versa. Get a coach you can trust, just like you have mentors upon whom you can depend to guide and train you in the best possible ways.

    Nobody owes you training, no matter how much you paid for your gym membership. The best training is earned. It comes in boxing as it does in life, when you develop a relationship with someone who is willing to teach, if you are willing to listen and work hard.

    So who comes to mind as you read this?

    I’ll bet you have some coaches, mentors, and trainers who absolutely changed the course of your life. I hope you’ll take the time to leave a comment and share your story. And even pass this on to a coach or teacher you’ve deeply valued…

    My own fist bumps and grateful appreciation go out to Coach Bonnie “Queen B” Mann, and of course, Willie “One Bad Jab” Massey. Many thanks to both of you, as well as to several other incredible coaches who have worked with and influenced me — Terri “The Boss” Moss, Paul “The Italian Hit Man” Marinaccio, and more. You guys have changed my life for the better!

    Image: That’s me, being cornered by pro trainer Xavier “Bad Pads” Biggs during my very first fight.

  • Boxing and Brains

    Boxing and Brains

    Hey, everyone — this guest post is from Niamh Griffin, a freelance writer from across the pond (in Ireland). She also knows a thing or seven about boxing, and you may have seen her commenting here on The Glowing Edge now and then. She and I got started talking about Boxing and Brains on this post about British women training for the 2010 Olympics.

    Niamh is a former competitor in Muy Thai and has never lost her love of sport. She writes on many topics, but her blog Women With Balls is all about women succeeding in sport. Thank, Niamh, for guest posting! — Lisa

    Mixing talk of brains and boxing isn’t something for the cocktail circuit. People have entrenched positions on whether boxers are asking for brain damage or not. But what do you discover if you look instead at how we use our brains in boxing? You’ll find that brainless boxers are about as successful as brainless bankers and we all know what happens to them.

    Whether it’s boxing, kick boxing or Muay Thai; to succeed you need to listen, apply and innovate.

    Listen
    So you’re banging away at the bag, and your trainer says you’re dropping your left shoulder but it doesn’t feel like that so you don’t shift your stance. But if you remember that a good trainer has forgotten more than you will ever learn, and take the time to look in the mirror, well there you are – dropped shoulder. Beginners especially can be overwhelmed by the detailed instructions flying at them, but learning to pick the people to listen to is a great start. Note: that means listening to real experts like your trainer and not just some guy in a flashy tracksuit who thinks you don’t know anything.

    Apply
    After a few training sessions, you’ve got some information in your head, but then it’s time to fight or spar. In Thailand they say it takes ten fights before you start to settle in the ring. But the sooner you start focusing on one aspect of your movement and trying to improve that, the sooner you’ll see results. So if your trainer is still banging on about that left shoulder, then ask your sparring partner to attack that side more often; create a reason to focus. Not easy unless you know how to concentrate under pressure and apply complex instructions at speed.

    Innovate
    Now this is the hard part.  You’ve sparred a few times, maybe even started fighting and you’ve realized that the other fighter has a brain of her own. All forms of boxing are fluid by nature; you can’t exactly predict how your opponent will react. You may know her as a southpaw but she’s been training and flipped to orthodox for the day. Your trainer can only do so much when the ring is noisy and she’s firing in the kicks and punches. Adapting traditional thoughts and making changes to practiced routines is scary but do it once and you’ll be hooked.

    “I can entertain the proposition that life is a metaphor for boxing-for one of those bouts that go on and on, round following round, jabs, missed punches, clinches, nothing determined, again the bell and again and you and your opponent so evenly matched it’s impossible to see your opponent is you …” Joyce Carol Oates, On Boxing

    Image by karpov the wrecked train


  • One of These Things Is Not Like the Others

    One of These Things Is Not Like the Others


    I really was in love with Sesame Street’s Bob McGrath — I wanted him to be my big brother and sing to me forever; hell, I still do — but I don’t remember ever agreeing with him and Susan and Grover or whomever on the “One of These Things Is Not Like the Others” game. I felt like they were totally missing out on a key ingredient in the fun to be had in the universe.

    From the beginning I played “One of These Things” backwards, imagining ways to incorporate the odd choice into a game or story or scenario, figuring out ways it did belong. Sometimes there wasn’t much to work with (three big circles and one small one, c’mon people) but sometimes there were possibilities.

    One of these things is not like the others,
    One of these things just doesn’t belong,
    Can you tell which thing is not like the others
    By the time I finish my song?

    I had to wait until I was in my 20’s in order to discover one of the most delightful of them all.

    Anything you want babyMy younger sister had the singular honor of producing the first grandchild in our family and she did a fabulous job of it. Suddenly we had this precious, curly-headed, fascinating and fascinated boy-creature where before it was just us boring adults. It was like someone had finally added the seasoning to an otherwise bland soup; he was the grand-slam home run by a formerly unknown player. (There, now I’ve done food and sports. Next we’ll add beer.)

    One of the times I made the trek up to Michigan to visit him I brought with me a simple gift: an oversized picture book whose bold photos and clean white pages had attracted me in the store. I guess I wasn’t surprised, once I had my nephew in my lap and we were several pages in, when I turned the page and saw one of Bob’s old “One Of These Things” puzzles. There in glorious display was the familar four-square arrangement, this time laid out with a bright yellow rubber duck, a frothy bar of soap, a pretty washcloth (or sponge?), and… a couple of Saltine crackers, which had always a staple in our pantry as I was growing up.

    I couldn’t have been happier if Bob himself had joined us.

    One of these things“These pictures are about taking a bath,” I told the warm, chubby beauty in my lap. “We love baths, don’t we?” Indeed we did.

    And of course he also knew which pictured item “didn’t belong.” I pretended uncertainty. “I eat popsicles in the shower,” I mused out loud (I do). His eyes got big. “Yeah,” I continued. “and I love crackers. But I’ve never eaten crackers in the bathtub. Have you?” He hadn’t, and now was getting very still, thought processes in full throttle. “It’s almost your bathtime,” I noted, and paused a moment.

    He had an idea! He suddenly began to talk in that excited two-year-old way, stumbling all over himself like a puppy who knows a treat is on the way.

    Papa and Meme had overheard the entire thing, and had an entire sleeve of crackers ready and waiting. If they hadn’t had saltines in the house (an impossiblity!) they would have driven fifty miles in 4 feet of snow to get some and been grateful to do so. Did I mention he was the darling of our family? I eyed the sleeve, which probably held thirty of the familiar crispy squares. It just might be enough.

    So for many years my parents made sure my nephew had crackers for his bath, and from that day to this, our family tells the story of how crackers do in fact belong in the bathtub.

    I think Bob would be okay with it.

    Images: Both of those pictures are of me with Scott Alan, our curly-headed wunderkind; you can see that we denied him nothing. The bottom photo is the actual moment of our “One of These Things” revelation. Amazing, isn’t it, how you sometimes get really lucky and capture a story in a photo?