My anxiety is nothing compared to last fight; however, the day before is still the day before. You know how after fights when the winner always thanks God, I can totally see why! Let's just say I am doing a lot of praying today. I do a lot of mirror work too. All mental, spiritual prep. Physically I'm there; now I have to prepare everything else. Writing helps...
My weight is dead on which is a huge relief. Last fight I over cut my weight and I think that did not help me, so this time I am coming in right at 155lbs. It's is a huge learning experience figuring out my body weight. Being able to come in at a certain weight. Learning when I can and can't eat. What I can and can't eat. Learning about the way my body reacts, and not only that, being about to master it, is huge.
It's rather exciting to think about what I will be writing about in my next blog.
Wait, I know.
5-0
88
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Monday, June 29, 2009
some things i want to share...
Concerned and curious as to what I was going to write today, I thought, 'just share what's good!' I'm in the mood to share some of my ideas, experience and music from this weekend.
Just got greatly inspired by this song http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HlaqgcGfS0I
Great song to write to.
Now, a question for you... Just for today, what song can you play and as soon as it finishes, you hit replay?? Because this is mine. Don't you just love other people's music, new music especially? When it comes to finding new music; finding that new favourite track, it puts me in another dimension. Next Level! For real. I have a feeling I will use this blog to share my music tastes a lot. As for you, please do the same. Add it to the comments or something; post the YouTube links or whatever.
I had a refreshingly busy but not overwhelming weekend. Friday was spent at the crazy Casino Rama for the Molitor fight. This eventful night was broken into two parts. The first aspect I will exploit were the actual fights--not bad at best. The good news is Steve "the Canadian Kid" Molitor is back and took the split decision over Mexico's Ruiz. It would have been nice for Molitor to fight someone lower in the ranks simply for his confidence. Because what I saw was a comeback fight where Steve was just getting used to the ring again and testing whether he could still take a punch.
Now the second aspect of the night was the fact that I was at Casino Rama with my family. Without going into excessive details about Rama, let me just say, 'What a place!' Especially when there is an event such as this. It's rather big time. Before your time runs out, you gotta hit Rama, eat at the one and only St. Germain's--it's decadent, catch a show, pretend you're a big shot and do some gambling (or not) and then crash in one of Rama's sexy rooms. It's Next Level.
Saturday night was spent with the boys in Whitby at a fly rockshow at Johnny Bs. Mr. Staff lead his militia, ONLY WAY BACK, through a heavy, delicious set as always. A sick tribute to M. Jackson too, I must add. This team is definitely worth checking out.
http://www.myspace.com/onlywayback
Woke up early Sunday for my ritual run with Kevin C. Followed by episodes of 30Rock and naps.
Keep Changing.
88
Just got greatly inspired by this song http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HlaqgcGfS0I
Great song to write to.
Now, a question for you... Just for today, what song can you play and as soon as it finishes, you hit replay?? Because this is mine. Don't you just love other people's music, new music especially? When it comes to finding new music; finding that new favourite track, it puts me in another dimension. Next Level! For real. I have a feeling I will use this blog to share my music tastes a lot. As for you, please do the same. Add it to the comments or something; post the YouTube links or whatever.
I had a refreshingly busy but not overwhelming weekend. Friday was spent at the crazy Casino Rama for the Molitor fight. This eventful night was broken into two parts. The first aspect I will exploit were the actual fights--not bad at best. The good news is Steve "the Canadian Kid" Molitor is back and took the split decision over Mexico's Ruiz. It would have been nice for Molitor to fight someone lower in the ranks simply for his confidence. Because what I saw was a comeback fight where Steve was just getting used to the ring again and testing whether he could still take a punch.
Now the second aspect of the night was the fact that I was at Casino Rama with my family. Without going into excessive details about Rama, let me just say, 'What a place!' Especially when there is an event such as this. It's rather big time. Before your time runs out, you gotta hit Rama, eat at the one and only St. Germain's--it's decadent, catch a show, pretend you're a big shot and do some gambling (or not) and then crash in one of Rama's sexy rooms. It's Next Level.
Saturday night was spent with the boys in Whitby at a fly rockshow at Johnny Bs. Mr. Staff lead his militia, ONLY WAY BACK, through a heavy, delicious set as always. A sick tribute to M. Jackson too, I must add. This team is definitely worth checking out.
http://www.myspace.com/onlywayback
Woke up early Sunday for my ritual run with Kevin C. Followed by episodes of 30Rock and naps.
Keep Changing.
88
Friday, June 26, 2009
taming the dreams
I've had periods in my life where I have used a journal on a daily basis and for prolonged periods of time. I had a religious routine when I was living in China. I was able to store all my memoirs over the course of my adventure. It was therapeutic and I need those memories. It's a lot more enticing keeping a journal when you have something you want to write about. Throughout this last year I've been totally distant from writing. I have found a spark with this blogging business. I find this blog is an open journal...
My boxing thoughts before a fight are so powerful. Especially since it is all so new. The last few fights seem to be more intimidating then my first couple fights. I remember saying on a few different accounts that going into the boxing ring has to be one of the most nerve racking experiences of my life. It is such a weird energy. It is not so much the day of my bout that is overwhelming, it's really the week before that is so intense.
I want to explain the POWER of my thoughts, when I have a long day and I finally get to my bed, my body is toast, my lights are off, it is then that my head enters the ring. I find this quite fascinating because I'm physically lying down, yet in my mind I am opening the ropes and stepping onto the canvas. I look at my future opponent, whom I have no idea what he looks like, and I get ready to rumble. I shake of the nerves and I get in my corner.
Meanwhile, back in my bed, my heart is pumping harder, faster, stronger.
Then back to the ring. We touch gloves; exchange blows; move and stick; look out into the crowd and exchange more.
Back in bed. I am now sweating and have the same heart rhythm as I do when I do sprints out in the soccer field . My thoughts are now in complete control.
This can go on for hours and it often does...
It is so amazing to experience this. The fact that I am lying in bed but my body thinks I am actually in the boxing ring just because of my thoughts. I physically sweat in my bed because of my thoughts. My heart races because of my thoughts. I can't sleep because of my thoughts. That is a lot of power.
But last night I was able to shelf it... for the first time. My mind was boxing and then I just had the ability to do some prayers and I was able to put it aside long enough to crash. In the past this was impossible.
It's freeing knowing there is something more powerful than my thoughts.
PS its totally crazy the way I feel about Micheal J's death. You know that saying "God will only give you what you can handle." I believe it was his time. He was called home...
My boxing thoughts before a fight are so powerful. Especially since it is all so new. The last few fights seem to be more intimidating then my first couple fights. I remember saying on a few different accounts that going into the boxing ring has to be one of the most nerve racking experiences of my life. It is such a weird energy. It is not so much the day of my bout that is overwhelming, it's really the week before that is so intense.
I want to explain the POWER of my thoughts, when I have a long day and I finally get to my bed, my body is toast, my lights are off, it is then that my head enters the ring. I find this quite fascinating because I'm physically lying down, yet in my mind I am opening the ropes and stepping onto the canvas. I look at my future opponent, whom I have no idea what he looks like, and I get ready to rumble. I shake of the nerves and I get in my corner.
Meanwhile, back in my bed, my heart is pumping harder, faster, stronger.
Then back to the ring. We touch gloves; exchange blows; move and stick; look out into the crowd and exchange more.
Back in bed. I am now sweating and have the same heart rhythm as I do when I do sprints out in the soccer field . My thoughts are now in complete control.
This can go on for hours and it often does...
It is so amazing to experience this. The fact that I am lying in bed but my body thinks I am actually in the boxing ring just because of my thoughts. I physically sweat in my bed because of my thoughts. My heart races because of my thoughts. I can't sleep because of my thoughts. That is a lot of power.
But last night I was able to shelf it... for the first time. My mind was boxing and then I just had the ability to do some prayers and I was able to put it aside long enough to crash. In the past this was impossible.
It's freeing knowing there is something more powerful than my thoughts.
PS its totally crazy the way I feel about Micheal J's death. You know that saying "God will only give you what you can handle." I believe it was his time. He was called home...
Thursday, June 25, 2009
breakfast with frankie
Just got in from meeting Frankie "the Thrill" Rill for breakfast. It has been a tradition we have been keeping for the last little while. This meeting would have been sooner but he kept forgetting about it and sleeping in. Frankie and I both box out of Motor City Boxing Club. He has been one of my biggest teachers in the ring this far. The latest story is that he is off to the Canadian Navy on July 13.
Some of the repercussions of fighting Frankie are involuntary drooling and a dislocated jaw... LOL. It is funny cause it is true. People ask me what I think about boxing and I often tell them, "I drool a lot." And I am totally serious. So whether that is funny is up to you!
Today I am still all about prepping for my fight. Feel great. Last night's work out was to much. I feel I over trained last night. The last three days I sparred which is to much to begin with. Plus yesterday I went for a 40 minute run with the Pops. So by the time I started training in our little sweatshop, I was done. Today will either consist of rest or a nice jog. I have been training everyday for the last two weeks. I am totally ready for my fight on Canada Day. 'I'm in the best shape of my life.'
Side note:
I am liking this blogging thing already. It is easy for me to put my thoughts into words especially on here. And, as of right now, there are not a whole lot of readers, which is good considering I would classify my thoughts as raw, honest and strange.
That's all I got for now.
Some of the repercussions of fighting Frankie are involuntary drooling and a dislocated jaw... LOL. It is funny cause it is true. People ask me what I think about boxing and I often tell them, "I drool a lot." And I am totally serious. So whether that is funny is up to you!
Today I am still all about prepping for my fight. Feel great. Last night's work out was to much. I feel I over trained last night. The last three days I sparred which is to much to begin with. Plus yesterday I went for a 40 minute run with the Pops. So by the time I started training in our little sweatshop, I was done. Today will either consist of rest or a nice jog. I have been training everyday for the last two weeks. I am totally ready for my fight on Canada Day. 'I'm in the best shape of my life.'
Side note:
I am liking this blogging thing already. It is easy for me to put my thoughts into words especially on here. And, as of right now, there are not a whole lot of readers, which is good considering I would classify my thoughts as raw, honest and strange.
That's all I got for now.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
a week before the fight
I was asked to start blogging by my boss. And this is my first attempt at it. I have done mass emails in the past of my thoughts and life situations but it has never officially been "Blogging".
The focus of this entree is my fight coming up at Toronto's Chin Picnic. It's rather nerve racking. So I am hoping this post will help alleviate some of my tension and open your eyes to what it is like to be so close to an upcoming boxing match. My thoughts keep me up at night. When I lie down my body is in the bed but my mind is in the ring. The thoughts are so powerful that I can even get so worked up that I start sweating...
I am in the best shape of my life. I gotta feel that. I have to be able to say "I am in the best shape of my life." If I can't say that, I can't be getting into the ring. I am a late bloomer when it comes to the sport. 26 this year classifies me as old. Yet, my record says I am able to throw them around with the best of them--4-0. This upcoming fight I am matched up with a 19 year old with 6 bouts. Not sure of his record. I usually give them the benefit of the doubt though. In fact, I always assume my opponent is ready to rumble and has been training hard. I do this out of respect and I also don't want to walk in the ring to confident. So I am assume he is 6-0 no matter what.
This Chin Picnic is going to have thousands of people and a bikini contest. It's gonna be bananas!
I am ready to rumble.
I have never felt the love for a sport as I do for boxing. Boxing has changed my life when it comes to sports and being an athlete. I've always played sports and been decent, but i lacked the passion. I found the passion with boxing.
More to be revealed...
Tyler Tilley
'The Body Bagger'
The focus of this entree is my fight coming up at Toronto's Chin Picnic. It's rather nerve racking. So I am hoping this post will help alleviate some of my tension and open your eyes to what it is like to be so close to an upcoming boxing match. My thoughts keep me up at night. When I lie down my body is in the bed but my mind is in the ring. The thoughts are so powerful that I can even get so worked up that I start sweating...
I am in the best shape of my life. I gotta feel that. I have to be able to say "I am in the best shape of my life." If I can't say that, I can't be getting into the ring. I am a late bloomer when it comes to the sport. 26 this year classifies me as old. Yet, my record says I am able to throw them around with the best of them--4-0. This upcoming fight I am matched up with a 19 year old with 6 bouts. Not sure of his record. I usually give them the benefit of the doubt though. In fact, I always assume my opponent is ready to rumble and has been training hard. I do this out of respect and I also don't want to walk in the ring to confident. So I am assume he is 6-0 no matter what.
This Chin Picnic is going to have thousands of people and a bikini contest. It's gonna be bananas!
I am ready to rumble.
I have never felt the love for a sport as I do for boxing. Boxing has changed my life when it comes to sports and being an athlete. I've always played sports and been decent, but i lacked the passion. I found the passion with boxing.
More to be revealed...
Tyler Tilley
'The Body Bagger'
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