North Carolina beat Tennessee. Darn it all. My women's bracket is now nearly wiped out; please, Lord, let Duke beat UConn.
A friend points me to the ultra-MRA lads at the Nice Guys Forum; they're all very confused that I've started boxing. In their infinite spare time, they've devoted a thread to me. One of them writes:
All of that being said, I think I saw somewhere that Hugo was either considering practicing boxing or actually doing it. As someone who has sparred in contact fighting (including Thai boxing and grappling) I find it rather strange on his part. I though he criticized 'traditional' male activities like that . . . oh well.
Deal with it, fellas! Really, I've been loving the boxing, though I still have a long way to go in learning technique. My trainer Pepe has been amazing -- in two months, he's begun to transform my body and my skills. Increasingly, I'm comfortable about the idea of hitting another human being without intending to hurt them. If I think of boxing as "scoring points", I can imagine myself sparring with others without abrogating my commitment to non-violence.
When I hit the bag, or my trainer's mitts, I'm not fantasizing about hurting people. I'm not venting or letting out anger. When I started all of this training, I worried that it might make me more aggressive, or at least encourage violent daydreams. (I've posted about this in an explanation of why I stay away from video games). Happily, boxing three mornings a week with Pep leaves me tired but peaceful. I feel more in tune with my body than I have in a long time, and I rejoice in that.
When I add up how much money my wife and I spend on things like Pilates sessions and gym memberships and private boxing lessons, it's a considerable expense. (And I'm about to add yoga into the mix.) I go through a pair of running shoes every six to eight weeks. And yet, we don't spend much on our cars. I don't spend anything on alcohol, because I don't drink and my wife has only a rare glass of wine. We don't own a stereo system. I have no idea what a Blackberry really does, or what Bluetooth is. Our TV is adequate, but unimpressive. I have zero interest in spending much on entertainment, and realize that the amount of money I spend each week on working out is no more than some of my friends spend on going out. We all have our priorities, I suppose!
I've got some more thoughts on immigration coming tomorrow. And a long post about masturbation percolating in my head too, though that may wait a day or two. And one about the first woman priest I knew well. Sigh. And now I've got dinner to make and a chinchilla to entertain and a wife to embrace -- and I'm getting up at 4:30 tomorrow morning to go hit things before the sun comes up.