It happens...

*WARNING - May contain too much information*
Well, the long-anticipated bout of Bangkok Belly has finally hit...well, it might be beershits after all of that lovely lovely Chang I downed last night (I'm becoming quite partial to it - and at 6.8% its hardly another pissy foreign lager) but my padwork this afternoon was slightly affected by griping guts.  I managed to go all five rounds without stopping and I didn't need to run (gentlemen shouldn't run - it scares the horses and worries the men) but I stepped out of the ring, slipped on my flipflops and needed to head straight to the shitter.  The breaks between the rounds were the worst.  Still, I didn't spray faecal matter all over the ring when I threw a kick so I call that a win.
Sadly, I couldn't finish the session...just feeling really washed out.  Still, all that was left was the horrible, horrible bagwork...I'd gotten through the cardio, shadowboxing and the pads so I guess I got the best bits(!) done with.  Once I managed to rehydrate (lots of powder and gatorade) then I just unwrapped my hands and hit the weights instead.  I did some plate workout stuff (around-the-world with a 20kg plate is pretty fun) then the 3 big compound lifts - didn't lose my guts while squatting either!
Comedy moment during the shadowboxing, I managed to stand on Det's toes while throwing a switch long knee.  I felt bad but couldn't help laughing.
Oh and Sing (head trainer, big time star and ex Lumpini champion) finally acknowledged my presence today and he wrapped my hands for me!  Hurrah!  He seems like a nice guy but he's understandably more concerned with the guys who are fighting.