No Spitting in Trash Cans
Posted by Amy Wilson on October 24, 2008
Yep, that’s what the sign said. As soon as I saw it, I knew I was where I wanted to be.
I find that vacations are good for revelations. My recent trip to Turkey proved no different. It came as no surprise to my husband, when I announced, during our 6am balloon ride over Capadoccia, “I want to learn how to box!”
I feel like a sheltered, middle-class mom when I say I got the idea from a book. But, it’s mostly true. The book being “The Power of One” (recommended to me by my friend Meg, whom I accidentally ditched at a party once). A must-read, particularly for those who, like myself, adore prison movies like The Shawshank Redemption. But I digress.
Anyway, it’s mostly true. But, the idea was planted by another friend of mine a few months earlier who suggested I get my “fight on.” I’ve also been yearning for something outside of my comfort zone. Really outside of my comfort zone. The east oakland boxing gym with zero tolerance for trash can spitting is the perfect spot.
There was another sign at the gym – slightly more talent-related. The 4 C’s of boxing:
I stared at this sign while I got my ass kicked jumping rope, not only establishing how out of shape I am but also confirming that I have absolutely no rhythm. But I’m learning. And, I’m going back. I’ve got a growth mindset.