Another exhausting session - arrived in another downpour for the customary skipping thrashing. I have a massive intermuscular haematoma left over from the bike accident on my right hip and its getting progressively more painful. I've been trying to massage the swelling out but its difficult given the pain. You can imagine how bad it makes all the cardio work and anyone who has done muay Thai knows that your hips are kinda necessary. So while my foot and knee wounds are nearly healed, my hip is still giving me gyp.
Anyway, I cracked on through the discomfort and soon it was time for bagwork. I concentrated on my left switch kick and must have thrown a few hundred on the bag before I was called into the ring for padwork. I was back with Det again who was keen to push the pace this time. We did some nice little tricks, working on dodge-knees and elbows but mostly I got lots of boxing combos and kicks. Det laughed after a run of particularly thumping kicks and said that even when my right foot is healed, my left may still be the more powerful!! This is an impressive turn of events for an attack which, before I came to Thailand, was employed mostly as a distraction and the occasional inside lead low kick...now he's telling me I could happily TKO someone with it, either to the body or the head. Perhaps the bike accident really was a blessing in disguise.
After the pads, head sadist Pot had me in the other ring working on clinch fighting with a tall Korean chap called Han. Now, I was already knackered and what I really didn't want was a drawn out bout of clinch wrestling with a guy who has a height advantage and narrower shoulders than me. But, anyway, that's what I got. All I could do was keep on crossfacing him and forcing back into the single collar-tie. Forcing him up against the ropes with my forearm in his throat worked well but I was fighting a losing battle against gravity and, it must be admitted, better technique. Robbed of my normal counters to the Thai clinch (body lock, back take/slam) my shoulders were burning out and I was gassing hard. I managed three rounds and I was then hanging off the ropes, virtually unable to stand any longer. Good session!
We went for Thai barbecue afterwards and then an oil massage (no happy ending!). 2 weeks of solid abuse meant that I really needed it but, to be honest, the girl seemed like more of an enthusiastic amateur than a really good masseuse. I woke up this morning with a painful ankle - it feels like she may have given me an inversion sprain of my left ankle (albeit a mild one) with some of her manipulations. I'll have to ask around the gym for a more reliable recommendation for a good massage than Farhad the party animal!
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