Monday, August 31, 2015
Father and Son Boxing
I sparred with Kathy at Loyola Park, and nearly tripped and fell over my own feet. My hands are always able to cooperate, but my knees don't agree. Alan told me to cut off the ring on her, which wasn't easy. For the most part, I kept planting myself in the middle of the ring to try to keep the action there.
Alan went a few hard rounds with Connor. Alan's son, Matt, was watching from ringside. "Is he doing this because I'm here?" Matt grinned. Alan was popping Connor with vicious hooks, then Alan caught the younger man in the gut. Connor was bent over. They were scuffling in the corners, too. Connor caught Alan with some full-on jabs and rights.
Matt got into the ring with his dad, and as you can see from the photo above, Matt was not wearing headgear.
They rumbled around the ring for a few rounds, then stepped back into the ring later for a second sparring session. They were all up in the corners and on the ropes. Alan was bouncing off of the ropes; Matt was blocking a lot of punches. As Matt was stepping out of the ring after their last session, Alan held up his hand in victory. Matt didn't see the gesture, but I did. I was laughing.
Matt gave me some good advice about some supplements I can take to help with my arthritis. I take glucosamine for my knees. Matt said that would help rebuild cartilage, but not do much about the daily pain that I feel. I'm willing to try anything that will help me to move better when I walk and run.