The thrill

The first time I laced up my boxing gloves was a sensation unmatched by any. I was a freshman in highschool when I started,and I was weak as well as insecure. I had no idea of  the strength that I possessed and its limitless potential. The only time I had really been close to boxing was watching the professional fighters obliterate each other. They were modern day gladiators fighting for spectators and honor. They were some of the greatest athletes in the world and I wanted to become one. I signed up to my first kickboxing class and automatically I was hooked. The movement of your body was like dancing and the fury of your fists was that of lighting. I trained for 2 years and finally I decided it was time to test my mettle. I asked my coach to get me my first fight. Training was more gruesome than ever as I shaped my body to be the ultimate weapon. As the weeks went by I grew more and more anxious to unleash the destruction. When fight time came there was only one thing on my mind;winning. With every punch and kick exchanged between my opponent and I, I grew more excited. It was my destiny to win and I was relentless. We were two warriors fighting for honor. As the fight ended my hand was raised in victory and the thrill had come to an end.