The Puking Experience

Chain of events = Coffee at "Vida" – gym talk – introduction to muay thai, presentation, muay that, PUKE!!!

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I took up Muay Thai this week and i can tell you that it is no joke! HAH.. no really, its hard. I knew it wouldn't be easy as pi, but i never expected it to be this hard. I have not trained in almost a year now and the training i did about 10 months ago was short and could hardly count towards training. Sifu Quentin Chong and Shabik Winston Chong are the 2 main guys at Dragon Power, Sifu was doing a presentation on Muay Thai on the monday and i joined on the wednesday. My first class was on the thursday, so i went for a braai the wednesday night at a friends place, Uno whom is also on wordpress was there and subsequently introduced me to wordpress. Anyhow, this is useless info and a punt for his site. So i had a couple of beers at the braai and my class was the next morning (thursday) at 9am. I woke up feeling positive and confident that i would wrap it up easily. HAH, this was not the case:

So apparently the 1st couple of lessons they focus more on your fitness levels, and the aim is for you to become uber fit! I think they are on the right course. SO I arrive at Dragon Power, all these muscular fighters running around, in and out of the place was sort of intimidating but I am not toooo easily intimidated. I walked in and it smelt of stink feet and sweat, a real WORK OUT kind of smell, not exactly the smell you want at 9am but i suppose it is the smell of fitness, which i am so desperately seeking. At least i can say that the ladies are rather nice to look at, so there is eye-candy. In my books eye-candy is of importance. Of course none of these girls match up to the beauty of my girlfriend
Ok so the workout starts with 15 minutes of skipping. SKIPPING!!! it always looked so darned easy, what a misperception that was! The rope kept getting stuck to the back of my head, almost like it was meant to stay attached to my head. I was jumping up and down like a fucking springbok, looking like a real twat, feeling like one as well. The intimidation started to creep in after i saw guys and girls doing it with ease, flawlessly. It didn't even seem like they were tired. So eventually one of the instructors came to help me out and showed me the way, which I still cannot do properly, as they say, practice makes perfect.
Then after these 15 minutes of agony, the stretching started, which was fun because it didnt hurt the problem came in after the stretching……. We mainly did cardiovascular exercises but they were INTENSE to say the least. I managed to finish it, but i did not manage to finish without taking a 3 minute break to puke out some of the sour stomach acids i had dwelling around inside me, I felt like i was dying, death was staring me in the eyes, i almost cried, i puked puked and puked and wasn't puking out anything! So eventually when death started to drift away, i made my way to my locker to get a towel and a bottle of water… "PHEW!" I thought "I'm glad thats over" and i proceeded to the group to continue the agonising workout. I kept on going for another 20 minutes by which time the class had ended and i had to sit back against the wall, dripping of sweat, I would have been able to supple the whole of cape town with a cup of sweat that day, at that moment.

I arose and walked to my car and I head home. Upon arriving at home, I firstly lay on the floor in the office downstairs for a couple of minutes and i was told that I look like a ghost, and I wasn't feeling far from it. I tried eating a banana, but it took me 40 minutes, in other words, it took me 40 minutes to regain the feeling of being human. To say the least, i think it is the hardest workout i have ever had, but i felt so damn good later that day. So it was all worth it, and my next class is on monday.

Peace Out biatches!