She Has Her Own Collector's Card: How Cool Is That?
Lisa Foster
Meet Lisa "Too Fierce" Foster Washington DC 's own real-life Million Dollar Baby - polished and accomplished as a boxer, business woman, boxing-certified coach, referee, judge, and the mother of two. She lost her pro debut in 1997, but rebounded five years later to headline an internationally televised card on FoxSportsNet. With all eyes on her, she captured the IFBA Jr. Featherweight Title with a 9th round KO of Kathy Williams and rose to the top of the women's professional boxing ranks.
Lisa and I met by pure coincidence two years ago, while I was outside with a client training with the punch mitts. Lisa happened to stroll by in full business atire looking more like a marketing director for a Fortune Five Hundred company than a boxer. She took notice of what I was doing and asked me whether I trained boxers, and if so what gym I trained out of. I gave her my details, and she said she would come check me out. Now these types of casual meetings happen all the time but most of them don't lead to any further discussion or contact. So at the time I didn't take Lisa too seriously and continued on with my day.
A few days later a colleague of mine told me she had a friend who was a professional woman boxer, and she was interested in training with me to work on her conditioning and get some sparring time in before her next fight. I agreed to meet with her and when I did, low and behold it was Lisa. A woman of her word.
The first day we sparred, I knew she was the real-deal. I made the brutal mistake of easing up on my defense, and she made me pay dearly. She dipped under a jab I left out way too long, and came up with an upper-cut that snapped my head back further then it was anatomically designed to go. About fifteen minutes after we finished the session I couldn't move my head to the right or backward without feeling excuriating pain running from my neck to my shoulder. Inflamation pressing on a nerve in my neck caused tingling sensations and numbness in my right forearm and thumb for the next four months. Talk about leaving a lasting impression! The pain would wake me up out of my sleep. Everything I did hurt: sleeping hurt, looking up to my car's rear view mirror hurt, moving my right arm hurt, holding my head up hurt!
Painfully enough, I trained with Lisa for the next couple of weeks. I never told her how much pain I was in, not because of pride. Rather, I wanted to give her every advantage she needed without worrying about holding back during our sparring sessions. After all I didn't want my pain to be for nought; she had to win. So that's how Lisa and I met, and why I will never forget her.
posted by B-Flx at 5:55 PM
8 Comments:
That's what you get for dropping your guards. Do me a favour and keep out of getting hurt. That nerve screw-up lasted way too long for both our comforts.
Peanut: I'm a warrior babe! Pain goes with the title. Even the best fighters get hit, some more than others. It's how you bounce back that counts
Provided you do actually bounce back...
Peanut: Not to blow my own horn, beep-beep. Judging by the size of my lastest trophy, I would say I bounced back quite nicely. :)
I hope you're talking about your actual belt, and not me...although if you are referring to me, I can't say I mind too much.
Roadie: Nothing like trash talk to get the coals burn'in.
Peanut: Your the best prize in my collection, I'll be more than happy to wear you around my body any day.
Awwww...what a schweetie pie beneath the tough exterior.
Ok, this is getting to PG-13...
But seriously, let us know when Lisa fights again. I'd love to see her next fight. Linus
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