Artist: Anucha Saisuk
If he cant walk he cant fight-hit the legs
If he cant breath he cant fight-hit the body
If he cant think he cant fight-knock out
I have this on a tank top which I got from Thailand :)
“But most of all, it’s not what you are- it’s what you can be….so I fight hard, but I train harder”
You should all take the time to check out this short Muay Thai commercial that my teammates are in since it’s pretty dope!
After sparring Muay Thai today. It was mad crazy- I totally felt like shit, both physically and technically. I spent 9 hours in college, didn’t eat much, didn’t sleep much and went straight to training. I was tired after doing grappling and Judo work but I figured some “light sparring” would be good.
HOLY SHIT. No bueno. I kept getting my ass kicked, especially towards the end. I kept getting thrown, and as much as I wanted to just lie there and catch my breath- I had to force myself to get back up and keep fighting. I mean, my partners were tired as well- which was probably the problem, because when two people are tired & gassed, they have less control. And since I was the smaller person fighting more advanced people, it definitely was not good for me.
I lost a contact in the beginning so I couldn’t see properly and my hair came undone so it was all in my face.
Then I got nicely kicked in the lip. I was bleeding and my instructor was like “Divya come here, let me check that out”, but I ignored him & kept fighting till the end of the round.
I honestly don’t think I’m good at anything- but I do everything I can to not give up; to keep pushing on regardless of how shitty I feel. That’s got to count for something in life right?
Like we all needed another reason to find him attractive.
“Cry in the dojo. Laugh on the battlefield.”
Okay I wasn’t crying today. But was pretty damn close. I am going to Thailand in a month to have a Muay Thai fight. I was sick all last week (so obviously wasn’t training) and just found out yesterday for sure. I’ve been through intensive training before but on this trip no girls are going (except myself)…and today I definitely felt so fucking frustrated training with the guys. After doing Judo, shadowboxing, drills and 3 padwork rounds (holding Thai pads for big dudes is tiring as well), I had to spar all the big guys (I’m really tiny if you couldn’t tell from my username). It wasn’t even normal sparring. One person was in the center and had to close their eyes and the seven people around them were given a number and basically surprise attacked when their number was called. Fighting seven people in a row made me realize how shitty my cardio was….and the guys constantly slamming me into the ground so hard didn’t feel good, I felt like collapsing on the ground and throwing up. However, I kept going (albiet shittily) till the end of class.
It was funny though because one of the guys I train with brought in his friends who were girls to watch. They were really pretty with their nice clothes and makeup and I felt like shit with my messy hair, covered in sweat- both mine & the guys). But it was funny because my instructor called me out and told me these girls were watching me and thought I was awesome and wanted me to demonstrate some techniques for them. I dunno that made me feel better for some reason :]
This post seems somewhat scattered but my point is that I REALLY HOPE THESE TINY BITCHES I FIGHT AREN’T HUGE MEANIES LIKE THE GUYS I TRAIN WITH. Okay they’re not meanies….I love them all…but some of them aren’t necessarily the nicest people to spar with ya know? They definitely go hard & brawl- which is hard to reciprocate when I’m tired as hell and am a LOT shorter/weaker than them.
Anyways- I see a lot of crying at the dojo in my future. I think it’s better to expose all my weaknesses and get it all out before my fight.I don’t give a fuck if guys make fun of me or think I’m weak or throw some sexist “cry like a girl” shit my way.
Ken Flo at Sityodtong Pattaya.
