I wasn’t always the guy you see today. At 16, I was lost—full of energy but frustrated, and with no clear direction.
I fought in school, not because I wanted to hurt people, but because I had no other outlet. I was angry. Restless. I needed something more.
Then I found boxing. Or at least, I thought I did.
I walked into a gym hoping to learn how to fight, how to move, how to channel my energy into something meaningful. But what I got instead was total chaos.
❌ Warm-ups that lasted forever.
❌ Confusing drills that didn’t connect.
❌ No real guidance, no clear path forward.
Every session, I left feeling more lost than before. No one explained the “why” behind how things worked. No one gave me feedback I crucially needed. No one helped me build real confidence in the ring.