Can it be May 5th already? After watching 24/7, I have so much respect and so much love for Miguel Cotto. The happiness I will feel if he beats Mayweather…will be ridiculous.
I decided to sign up for boxing rather than trying out for UCSD’s soccer club. I’m not too old to go pro, right? :) I’ve been wanting to get into boxing since I was literally 5 years old. I remember a couple days after my open heart surgery, my uncle took me walking around the hospital and into a children’s playing area. With my hospital robe and IVs still stuck in my arm, I saw a punching bag and right away started throwin’ punches. In elementary, and middle school I kept asking and asking my dad to put me into boxing. Never did. Even though he would always put his hands up and make me practice my punches. My apa would always say, “Ay ingrata! Pegas como patada de mula!” haha. Instead of boxing, my parents put me in: ballet. While my dance teacher hit my legs with a stick telling me to, “Plié! Plié! Plié!”, I thought to myself, “I’d rather be punching you right now, lady.”
Point is: I’m incredibly and super excited.