for me it was either finding a gym, or learning to stop kicking/kneeing/headbutting when i got in the ring!
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it’s funny you mentioned that the first time I went to a boxing gym they thought I looked like I knew what I was doing so had me spar with the most experienced guy.
The guy comes in to hold…dips low…my hands go round the back of his head and my facking leg twitched..I nearly kneed the fella in the face..goes to show how well we’ve been trained ;D The guy didn’t see it but my mum who bless her likes to keep an eye out for me did.
Finding a good gym is hard. There are lots of gyms but you need to click with the people, trainer, or you’re just treading water.
it has happened before, i have infact kneed somone in the gut.
ive even doe a hip throw in somone in a sparring session, needless to say that was embarresing!
For me it was not knowing how much my opponent knew/how experienced they were until we sparred - never underestimate even if you’re the bigger/stronger opponent
Uhh… hardest part of boxing is surely taking punishment??
Any sane person would say that PAIN was the hardest part of boxing.
The fear of being hit while sparring was my main problem (which got my vote), followed by a close 2nd of stamina training.
but we expect training to be hard.
The most enjoyable part of boxing for me was always training. I absolutely loved it! Maybe I’m a freak or whatever but I loved training so much?
ive been sitting on my ass not going to school or having a job for 3 years and now im trying to start boxing. defenitely the training has been the hardest so far.but i still havent even been hit yet so maybe once i do ill change my answer.
hell yes, i love the pain from training, dont worry you aint no freak!
i diddnt mind being hit, cause ive been hit so many times before, its second nature to me now!
Easily stamina training, stamina is so hard. I love hitting and getting hit so that was no prob.
you like being hit, your better suited for cage fighting man
Getting hit is the worst part 
yeah suppose, but then after 6 or 6 rounds, you just diddnt care anymore
i think you need to get hit hard a few times as after that u dont wanna get hit again!
i think alot of fear is from looking like a dick wen ur surrounded by more experienced boxers and u take advice off anyone whos willing to give it, which in my experience buggers u up more as u need to learn wot style is comfortable 4 u
and damn did i ever get hit hard lots of times when i first joined!
scott my trainer hits me full on all the time, freakin broke my ribs once!
When I was young the only sport I cared about and everybody was against that. My father had contemplated boxing but he said that it was Fritzie Zivic’s raspy voice- not the flattened nose or cauliflowered ears- that convinced him to try a different trade. He was adamantly against the idea of me boxing, so when a friend’s father- he’d won a local tournament years prior- said he’d teach us how to box, I was soaring. Turns out what he meant to say was “I bought these gloves so that when my friends and I get drunk, we can see which of us can make which of you fly the furthest” A few years later a friend was training with his cousin- another ex GGer- and invited me down, said he’d agreed to train me, too. What he meant to say was “You are about 2/3 my size and I’m tired of hitting the bags.” Problem was he couldn’t hit me to save his life; I’d have sold my souil to know how to use my left hand. So, at the library I found Henry Cooper’s book on boxing learned the hook there, the jab in Floyd Patterson’s book, From then on I have read every book and seen every video I’ve come across, and listened to and analyzed every word any ‘expert’ uttered within my hearing. For years it seemed that in each and every gym I entered seeking sparring, I was seen as a lame old white guy (grey early) and was set up to be target practice, but if they think you are afraid it is so much easier to bring them in , make 'em reach and counter HARD. That was the hardest thing- having such a sincere desire to learn and work hard and trusting (at first) people who had no interest in me beyond my utility as cannon fodder.