Again, for my lack of blogging presence, I offer my humble apologies. Busy? Yes, but that’s not so much my excuse as is my broken wrist.
How? Two words: Muay Thai. Thai Boxing, in another two words.
In past posts, I’ve shared some of my experiences in training as part of Team Upchurch, representing Midtown in the KnuckleUp Fitness Muay Thai Sparring League. The two-month-long session culminated in a competition back on July 11. We, as a team, did well. I, as an individual, didn’t do so well as I snapped my forearm in the first round.
Check the video here, if interested. But don’t worry, it’s not too gross, unless you press pause at the right moment. As you’ll see, I basically fell and tried to stop the fall with my arm. Reactionary move. Couldn’t help it; Pavlov would be proud.
I landed some strikes and so did my opponent. All in all, I’m OK with my bout. But I was amazed how…different it is being in the ring, engaged with a person who can, given the chance, hurt me. Given, I don’t recall anything that he landed really hurting at all (nor do I think my strikes did much damage either). Regardless, he and his coach have my respect. Perhaps it was the adrenaline, perhaps he wasn’t that strong a striker.
I’m inclined to give more credence to the former, since my snapped radial didn’t start to smart until after I removed my glove and I was looking at a left wrist that distinctly did not look like that before the match. Yowza. (No detailed wrist picture here, with good reason. But I’ll include some from the ER.)
Reflecting on the competition, well…there’s a lot to share. Starting with the next post (aiming for Wed. or Thu. this week), I’ll do so over the course of a few days, perhaps weeks.
We’ll start with our team’s answers to a question our coach put to us on Monday: Why do you want to be a Thai Boxer?
It’s always good to ask ourselves why we do what we do.