Thursday Jun 14, 2018
Is constant connectivity chipping away at your humanity? Boxing may be a good way to get it back
"Rhythm is everything in boxing. Every move you make starts with your heart, and that's in rhythm or you're in trouble." —Sugar Ray Robinson
In January of 2008, I was stuck.
I was an analyst at Goldman Sachs in New York City. As advertised, the Wall Street culture was demanding. Although I loved the people I worked with and gleaned invaluable experience — I’d equate it to 4 years of drinking out of an information firehose — I rarely got home before 11 p.m. By then, I was too exhausted to do anything else besides sleep. I began to feel like a robot.
This work-related fatigue is common in the finance sector, but isn’t unique to it: a 2017 survey conducted by Kronos and Future Workplace found that 46% of HR professionals blamed burnout for up to half their staff quitting each year. A major cause of burnout is the obliterated boundary between work and life, as 24/7 connectivity and a society used to instant gratification has led to unfair expectations. Many knowledge workers are expected to handle business matters at any time or place, whether it be at a friend’s birthday party, their kid’s baseball game, or on a date night with their significant other. Thanks to an onslaught of evening Slack alerts and weekend emails, the opportunities to disconnect are getting increasingly rare.
Back to me, and my slow, sleep-deprived descent into robothood. One night during that cold, lonely January in New York, after my third day in a row operating in a fog, I noticed a flyer in the boxing gym I sometimes went to. It advertised a charity event, where white-collar workers would train for a real, live amateur boxing match. Then, they’d duke it out, under the lights and in front of an audience. Right then, I said “screw it,” and signed up. It sounded crazy at the time, but here’s why I did it: It provided me a set goal and a set amount of time to do it in, a dive into the deep end, a more structured (and less anarchic) version of the rush the main characters in Fight Club got. I’d start to feel alive, I thought. Human. The best part? It wasn’t in a basement, there wasn’t any property damage, and it all took place under the watchful eye of trained professionals.
I’d hit the Goldman Sachs gym at 5 a.m., and also sneak out of work in the evening for a bit to hit the Trinity Boxing Club (which was near the office). Because I had committed to the fight — and knew I was going to get punched in the face in three months — I didn’t skip any days. It’s quite the motivation, knowing you’re going to be punched by another full-grown person. The training itself was slow goings at first. I had no footwork to speak of, and everything, from throwing hooks to slipping punches, had to be learned from scratch.The idea of training in a boxing gym was also intimidating. I was around professional fighters and decorated amateurs.
Soon, however, my days began to hum, and I found a cadence in the ritual of wrapping my hands and jumping rope that began to drown out the noise from work. I was learning a new craft — boxing, the sweet science — and it started to get into my blood. The thwap thwap thwap of the heavy bags, the smell of the gym, and the sounds of conversation began to blend into my days, injecting them with life. I was making new friends, too: fighters, trainers, other white-collar workers like me training for charity events. Slowly, I was building bonds with people, the types of unique connections that can only happen when you’re training next to one another, pushing yourselves and releasing endorphins in service of a common goal.
After training for three months, I got up in front of a packed house of nearly 600 people, under the lights. I never felt more naked in my life. The fight itself was a blur, a haze of gloves and headgear and crowd noise, but this much I can tell you: I won my fight. Winning, however, was almost inconsequential: I’d put myself out there. I’d signed on for a fight, trained my butt off, and showed up. I had been terrified, but I still did it. I was alive.
If you’re suffering from burnout, are dealing with stressful life events, lack a sense of community — or if you just need a new challenge — there are a number of great ways to battle those feelings back. Yoga, mindfulness training, and SoulCycle are just a few that come to mind. But if mindfulness training is the warm, soothing green tea to getting you back in touch with yourself, boxing is the turbocharged, espresso-powered counterpart for Type A personalities. Here are the ways pugilism can help you do a hard reset, and glean a better perspective of who you are.
You will be put back into your own body, immediately. Being in the ring feels like being naked: you are under the lights and stripped of excuses. You have no choice but to be completely present in the moment. If you’re thinking too much, there are consequences (like, say, getting caught with a left hook to the ribs). The external stimuli being thrown at you forces you to be present with yourself and to reach a flow state. It reacquaints you with what makes you human.
And on a less intense level, when your trainer is holding up pads and telling you what punches to throw, it forces you into a sort of reactionary state, kickstarting the neurons that connect your brain to your body. Your trainer will teach you to jab, and then to throw a cross, and then a hook, and before you know it you’re playing a very involved game of Bop-It: your trainer will be calling out for certain punches, and your brain-body connection will go into high gear. You’re training your reaction time, your physicality, and your neuroplasticity all at once.
The gains at work and in your personal life can be almost immediate. Boxing allows you to disconnect in a way that will provide fresh outlooks on your work in personal life. Sometimes, the daily stressors and shallow tasks we need to complete to keep the traffic in our lives moving — attending meetings, spending hours clearing out our inboxes, even taking too long to figure out what we want to order from GrubHub — can begin to clutter our decision-making, and distract us from larger, big picture things that will actually lead to us taking big steps forward at work and at home. Disconnecting is necessary, and boxing provides that. After a particularly hard sparring session, you may be surprised at number of times you have a breakthrough idea, simply because you’ve allowed yourself to completely untether from things.
Growth is achieved through being uncomfortable. You’ve heard it time and time again: run towards what makes you uncomfortable. But oftentimes, what makes us uncomfortable can be a vague, amorphous blob. However, I can tell you from personal experience that the idea of a fight — a confrontation boiled down to its most primal essence — makes people plenty uncomfortable. But through boxing, you begin to remove some of the air of mystery around fighting and conflict, which can provide some really nice psychological benefits. You’ll feel more at-ease in yourself: more at-ease in meetings, more at-ease when you walk down the street. You will have a better idea of how to handle yourself, and operating from this place of security can improve your daily decision-making.
I didn’t become a world-class brawler by going to a boxing gym for six weeks, but I got a newfound confidence, one that wasn’t based on my ego and the need to answer emails constantly or be attached to screens. The key, in the end, was that I became more confident while also becoming more humble, and this can be a devastatingly effective way to become a better creator, leader, spouse, or, eventually, a parent. I saw a see a better version of myself, and I allowed that better version to take the wheel.
Andrew Myerson is the co-founder of Haymakers for Hope, an official 501(c)(3) charity organization that gives everyday men and women the chance to train — and then fight — in a real live boxing match against an opponent of a similar weight and skill level. Participants help raise money to fight cancer.

Thursday Sep 18, 2025
I grew up the middle child of a typical middle class, Boston Irish Catholic family. I was a red headed, freckle faced tomboy who just absolutely loved sports. All sports. I played every possible sport growing up and was a 3 sport Varsity athlete all 4 years of high school until I tore my ACL. I graduated from Boston College with an Art History degree in the spring of 2001. At the time my best friend had one more year at UMASS Amherst, because let’s be honest, very few of my friends were graduating from ZOOMASS in 4 years. So, instead of taking the intelligent, responsible, next step into adulthood and starting a career using my degree, my best friend and I decided we would work at the local liquor store for the summer to get a discount for ourselves and our friends and have a summer to remember. And we were right…but not in the way we expected. In late August, on a road trip to New Jersey, I found a lump in my neck. It was like the story of Jack and the bean stalk. It had just sprouted overnight. It must have. There was no way a lump that size had been there the day before, or that I hadn’t noticed something before now. There was just no way. I went to the doctor, and she quelled my anxiety by saying, if it’s still there in a week, come back. Well, in a week, it was still there. So back to the doctor I went. Blood tests all came back normal. So, I was sent for a chest X-ray. Things looked a little suspicious and they sent me for a neck biopsy. I remember post-biopsy, going home, sitting at my parent’s kitchen table, eating sushi, just like any other day. I heard the doorbell ring and I looked up to see my neighbor and longtime soccer and basketball coach, Mr. Roscia, standing at the door. He had just finished treatment for Hodgkin's Lymphoma a few months before, and right away, I knew something was wrong. He was there to tell me the news. I had been diagnosed with Stage II Hodgkin's Lymphoma. I was 22. It was September 13, 2001. 2 days later, I found out a friend of mine who graduated with me in May, went in to work at the Trade Center on September 11th and didn’t make it out. Earlier in the week pre-diagnosis I had gone to the wake for my friend's Mum who had lost her long battle with cancer… and my brain just shut down. Treatment was fairly easy for me, meaning I tolerated it well. Oftentimes I felt nauseous, was exhausted and I lost all my hair but physically, I felt OKAY. Mentally was a different story. I was easily the youngest person being treated on my chemo floor which made me feel very out of place. I wasn’t a pediatric patient, but I wasn’t exactly a full-blown adult. I remember one day, I had already lost all my hair and I was in the treatment room, getting my chemo cocktail, cracking jokes, in good spirits and across from me was an older gentleman, sitting completely alone, rail thin, and crying. That was the moment I realized how scared I was and what this disease is capable of. I finished 4 cycles of chemotherapy, took a month off of treatment to let my immune system charge back up and then finished with 6 weeks of radiation treatment. My boyfriend at the time was from New Jersey and having just received a clean bill of health I was more than ready to move on to a new chapter in my life. So, I left Boston and moved to New York City to move in with him. One day, we were walking home from work in downtown Manhattan, over the Brooklyn Bridge, and I saw a sign for Gleason’s Boxing gym. As he and I were walking, I said out loud, “oooh, I want to learn to box”. He looked at me like I had lost my mind and said, “you don’t do stuff like that”. He had never known me as an athlete, and it had been so long since sports were part of my life, I didn’t know myself as one anymore either. Very shortly after that, I signed up to run the NJ marathon in April of 2004 with Team in Training, a fundraising program which supports the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society. It was my way of giving back, because I felt like I had to pay it forward. I was young, I was healthy, I was able bodied, and because, it was just the right thing to do. Shortly after running my first marathon, my college boyfriend and I broke up. So in 2005, with new found freedom, I ran another marathon and a triathlon with Team in Training. During training for my 3rd and last marathon, I began boxing as a cross training supplement…and I just fell in love. This was the sport I had been looking for my whole life. I loved both the physical and mental challenge. While I adored the fundraising aspect of my marathons and tris, I realized I absolutely, unequivocally HATED endurance events. In a quest to continue challenging myself I did what I figured was the next logical step, and started competing as an amateur boxer in New York City, while working in digital advertising for Hearst Television. I worked in the Hearst Tower on 59th and 8th, with a mix of older, stuffy TV executives and the very polished ladies of the publishing world. I was going to work in nice dresses and shoes with bruises and black eyes as accessories. I remember one day in the elevator a woman heading to the floor just above mine, she looked at me and said, “oh honey, you have some dirt on your chin.” We locked eyes and there was a split second of awkwardness when both she and I realized it wasn’t dirt, but instead, a good size bruise. I stood there, frozen, not saying anything because I didn't know what was worse; that someone wearing very expensive red soled Christian Louboutin shoes thought I would go to work with a dirty face or that maybe somebody had hit me. Thankfully, the elevator door opened and out I scurried, without a word. I didn’t know how to explain to her, someone DID hit me, but she's my friend. And in boxing, your friends punch you in the face and the ribs and wherever else they can get a legal shot in. In April of 2009, I made the finals of the New York City Golden Gloves Tournament, and had the opportunity to fight in Madison Square Garden. I remember going to MSG and just thinking of all the famous and legendary boxers who had competed not only in the tournament, but who fought in the same venue. Understandably, I was nervous, but thought, if I win or lose the fight, I am here. I made it this far. And I remembered my father telling me “always fight to win. Never fight to not lose.” I ended up winning that night. The next day in the gym, doing my victory lap, one of the old school characters was hanging around, and you meet ALL KINDS of characters in any boxing gym, especially ones in New York City, he said to me, “ANYONE can win the Golden Gloves once. You have win it twice to prove you’re something.” So, the next year, in 2010, after shoulder surgery, I entered the tournament, made the finals AND did just that, I defended my women’s 132 lb title against a one-time, Nationally ranked fighter. I guess I had something to prove. I found boxing and it changed my life. It allowed me to find my purpose. No one ever says “I was lucky to get cancer” because I wasn’t. But I was lucky to live near a city that provides world class treatment and to go on to live a healthy life allowing me to have opportunities and life experiences, enabling me to do what I do now. I have met some of the most amazing women because of boxing. These are women that have changed MY perception of what it means to be a woman. I’ve boxed alongside teachers, mothers, musicians, models, writers, accountants, pro fighters, and doctors, the list goes on... boxing is empowering. I think 2 sport professional fighter Heather Hardy said it best, “It’s ok to be strong, it’s ok to be beautiful, and it’s ok to be nasty, it’s ok to be fierce, ferocious and vicious and all those things people told us for so many years we couldn’t be”. Boxing helps women discover their self-worth, it builds confidence and shows us what we are really capable of. Cancer led me to a very dark time in my life but boxing led me out. One life experience was the chance encounter of meeting Andrew Myerson. Andrew and I met in a boxing gym, Trinity Boxing, formerly in lower Manhattan in 2008. Both Boston transplants, we quickly became friends suffering side by side, night after night, on heavy bags, and being endlessly tortured by trainers with mitt work, and all kinds of painful exercises. For us, boxing was a way to temporarily escape the everyday stress of corporate America in New York City. One night, after taking turns throwing a 100 lb heavy bag down a set of stairs JUST to carry it back up, Andrew and I started talking about boxing and fundraising. There are endless events a person can participate in to fundraise; 5ks, marathons, triathlons, stair climbs, 3 on 3 basketball tournaments. But, there was nothing that used the sport we had both fallen in love with, boxing, as the platform to fundraise. The amount of time it takes to prepare for a bout is about the same time it takes to train for a marathon. I’m sure just like many people reading this, I have donated to many friend’s fundraising efforts over the years during their marathon training to help them reach a fundraising goal in support of a non-profit that they are passionate about supporting, passionate enough to run 26.2 miles. That was the very genesis of Haymakers. Just 2 people looking to make a difference and the desire to introduce people to a sport we love. In 2011 Andrew and I founded the non-profit, Haymakers for Hope. Haymakers is a 501c3 not-for-profit that raises money for cancer research, awareness, survivorship and care through high end, white collar charity boxing events. The concept is to give normal, everyday people the opportunity to fulfill a desire to see what they can do one time in the ring. We work to pair each person that signs up with an opponent who is of similar size, age, weight and skill level, match them up with a local gym and put them through a four-month training program. We then organize a high-end gala event where the participants have their first official sanctioned amateur boxing match in front of approximately 2,000 screaming supporters. Through Haymakers, we have found an unconventional way to link two seemingly unrelated things – boxing and the fight against cancer. My mission with Haymakers is twofold. I want to continue to raise the much-needed funds essential to advancing research, improving treatments, developing earlier diagnoses, and providing help to patients and survivors. Secondly, I want to introduce people; regular, everyday men and women, to the sport of boxing. I owe so much to the sport. In a way, it saved me, as much as chemo and radiation did 4 years before I walked into a boxing gym on the corner of Greenwich and Carlisle Streets in Manhattan. In 14 years, over 1,400 people have stepped through the ropes on fight night in the fight against cancer. We have raised nearly $40 million dollars supporting cancer research, awareness, survivorship and care. In 14 years, Haymakers has hosted over 60 events in 6 cities and for that I am truly proud. Boxing is not easy. It is a true challenge of mind and heart. It takes a tremendous amount of courage to walk up those stairs and step through those ropes. What Haymakers fighters accomplish in 4 shorts months is nothing short of inspiring. Having a hand raised at the end of a bout doesn't make a champion. What makes a champion is having the guts to step in that ring prepared and the willingness to go to battle for something bigger than you, and literally fighting for a cure. I continue to be inspired everyday by the Haymaker’s fighters I meet during their months of training and the stories they share of who they are fighting to honor. One thing I’ve learned on my crooked little journey through life; Always help when you can. There will always be someone out there who has it worse than you do and sometimes, a little help goes a long way. If you are curious about signing up and being part of this group of brave, passionate, slightly crazy humans please visit haymakersforhope.org/fighters/index details to learn more about what it takes to be a participant. It was my absolute honor to share my story. Thank you so much for reading. -Julie Kelly, H4H Co-Founder
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Wednesday May 29, 2024
Are you ready to step into the ring and make a real impact? Haymakers for Hope's Belles of the Brawl offers an incredible opportunity for women to lace up their gloves, throw some punches, and fight for a cause that hits close to home. This unique charity boxing event not only supports cancer research, patient care, awareness and survivorship but also provides participants with a chance to experience personal growth, form lasting connections, and achieve peak physical fitness. If you're looking for a challenge that's as rewarding as it is demanding, here are five knockout reasons why signing up for Belles of the Brawl could be one of the best decisions you ever make. 1. Knockout CancerBy participating in Belles of the Brawl, you directly support cancer research and care. The funds raised from these boxing events go to various cancer-related charities, making a significant impact in the fight against cancer. 2. Fight for Your FutureTraining for a boxing match is a rigorous and transformative process. It demands physical and mental strength, resilience, and dedication. Participants often experience immense personal growth, gaining confidence, discipline, and a sense of accomplishment. 3. Join a Knockout CrewJoining Belles of the Brawl means becoming part of a supportive community of women who are all working towards the same goal. The camaraderie among participants fosters lasting friendships and a strong support network. 4. Get Fit, Hit HardBoxing training provides a full-body workout, improving cardiovascular health, strength, endurance, and agility. Participants often report significant improvements in their physical fitness, weight management, and overall well-being. 5. Unforgettable MemoriesCompeting in a boxing match is a unique and exhilarating experience that few people undertake. It offers a chance to step out of your comfort zone, face new challenges, and create lasting memories. The event itself is a celebration of hard work, dedication, and the collective effort to make a difference. Apply now for your chance to become a Belle of the Brawl!
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Wednesday Apr 24, 2024
In a world often marred by adversity, it’s heartening to witness individuals stepping into the ring not just to battle opponents, but to take a swing at something far bigger and more formidable: cancer. On Wednesday, April 24th, at The Fillmore Philadelphia, the stage is set for the 2nd Annual Liberty Bell Brawl, hosted by Haymakers for Hope. This event is not merely about boxing; it’s a poignant display of resilience, compassion, and a collective determination to knock out cancer. For each of the 24 fighters, this event holds a deeply personal significance. Cancer, with its pervasive reach, has touched their lives in profound ways. As they lace up their gloves and step under the bright lights of the ring, they carry with them the memories, struggles, and triumphs of their loved ones who have faced this relentless foe. Luke Gambale, a fighter who himself battled Stage IIIB cancer, shares his journey of resilience and hope, emphasizing the importance of raising awareness and funds to support others in their fight against the disease. He reflects, “Cancer unfortunately touches so many people and their loved ones and has become a big part of my life over the last few years. Closing in on year 2 of 'No Evidence of Disease,' I can think of no better way to celebrate while raising money and awareness about cancer than stepping into the ring.” Ethan Wergelis-Isaacson, driven by a lifelong commitment to healthcare impact, sees Haymakers for Hope as the next step in his journey to eradicate cancer. He states, “Haymakers for Hope is giving me the opportunity to step into the ring and fight for the eradication of this disease. We've all been impacted in our personal lives and communities by cancer, so I hope you join [us] in our collective fight to knock out cancer once and for all.” For George Balatsinos, the memory of his father’s battle with Mesothelioma fuels his resolve to step into the ring and honor his legacy. His poignant tribute underscores the deeply personal nature of this fight against cancer. Donald Lyons, fighting in memory of his father and niece, shares the heartbreaking stories that have shaped his decision to participate in this event. He says, “I will be fighting in honor of my father, James Wilson (1936 -2002) and niece, Simone Lyons (1993-1995) and everyone who has battled with or lost a loved one to cancer.” Joey Davanzo draws strength from his wife’s courageous battle with cancer, highlighting the profound impact of witnessing a loved one confront adversity with grace and determination. He explains, “Today, I am overjoyed to share that my wife is cancer-free. This experience has become my driving force, propelling me to participate in this event.” Tyler Gilger’s decision to step into the ring is driven by a desire to celebrate the victories of his family members against cancer. His message of resilience and determination echoes the sentiment of hope that unites all the fighters in their mission. David Zhao’s rallying cry for hope, healing, and unity encapsulates the collective spirit of the fighters as they prepare to take on this formidable opponent. He declares, “After intense months of training, fundraising, and more punches than I’ve ever dreamed of taking, I’m ready to prove that when we band together, we can deliver a knockout blow to cancer.” Joyce Adelugba invites others to join her in making a difference, emphasizing the importance of collective action in the fight against cancer. Her call to support fundraising efforts underscores the vital role of community in driving change. Bianca Solari fights not only for those affected by cancer but also in honor of her grandmother, embodying the legacy of strength and resilience passed down through generations. Yuryssa Lewis draws inspiration from her aunt’s victorious battle with cancer, emphasizing the importance of perseverance and determination in overcoming adversity. Her commitment to supporting cancer research reflects a deep-seated belief in the power of hope. Lydia Ali’s passionate advocacy for the fight against cancer is rooted in personal losses and a dedication to honoring the memory of loved ones. Her resolve to give cancer a knockout blow speaks to the indomitable spirit of resilience. Kate Skarvinko’s lifelong dedication to helping others finds new purpose in the fight against cancer. Her commitment to supporting loved ones in their time of need underscores the enduring power of compassion and solidarity. Liz Ring’s poignant tribute to her father and all those lost to cancer echoes the collective sentiment of grief and determination shared by fighters and supporters alike. Her resolve to knock out cancer for good serves as a powerful reminder of the stakes at hand. As the fighters of Haymakers for Hope step into the ring at the Liberty Bell Brawl, they do so not only as athletes but as champions of hope, resilience, and solidarity. Their stories remind us that in the face of adversity, it is our shared humanity and collective action that have the power to effect change. Together, let us join them in their mission to knock out cancer once and for all.
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