So now I'm back in my room after making it to the morning session and even getting up in time for the morning run! Did about 8km which was pleasant apart from the packs of feral dogs that were still roaming around. Had one hairy moment with about ten of them but as soon as I heard them coming up behind me I turned around, stared the leader in the eye and shouted FUCK OFF as loud as I could...he stopped, growled a bit and watched as I picked up the largest, heaviest stick I could grab. A few big slashes with that convinced the dogs to stop trying to circle around me and I backed away up the road. I held onto the stick until I was back on the main road...no fun really.
Arrived late from my run due to this little altercation and had missed the skipping (score!). 5 rounds on the bags, working my hands, elbows and left knee kept the blood flowing - I was already slick after the run but by the 5th round sweat was spraying off me with every strike and the bag was very slippery, which made throwing clean knees a bit difficult.
I was then grabbed by Pot for my padwork. I have a bit of a love/hate thing going on with Pot - he speaks great English and likes to correct my technique but I never get much of a workout from him. He also seems to give me a different stance than the other trainers - its difficult to get things right when 'right' depends on who is holding the pads for you! The reason I like Bao V and Det to hold the pads for me is that they both have the same sort of traditional style and they both give me a good mix of technique and physical thrashing! Still, I'm in no position to second-guess Pot on anything - if he says I'm doing it wrong, I must be!
Really regretting that shit massage. The silly bitch definitely hurt my ankle...on my good leg. I've got chronic damage to both ankles (thanks BJJ!!) and it doesn't take much to tweak them. So now, just as my open wounds on my foot and knee are almost healed, my left ankle gets sprained and I can't kick any more. So, now all I can do is: Left knee, both elbows, both punches.
Quick summary of my damage accrued in 2.5 weeks of training:
1) Abrasions R foot and ankle (no right kick) (almost healed)
2) Abrasion R Knee (no right knee) (almost healed)
3) Large intermuscular haematoma, R hip (still present, painful to run, kick/check with either leg)
4) Infected cut, L little finger (healing, painful to punch, man up)
5) Mild sprain L ankle (fine when supported with shoes and bandages, extremely painful when kicking)
6) Contusion L vastus medialis (from Det banging my leg rather too enthusiastically with the pads when throwing knees - can live with it but its quite sore)
7) R periorbital haematoma (resolving)
None of these are particularly severe but when taken all together, I'm beginning to feel a little bit broken. Its demoralising to have the number of attacks I can safely throw slowly reducing. Soon, I guess I'll just be reduced to spending 2 hours jabbing the heavy bag with all my other joints bandaged up!
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