So far we have trained twice with really big classes, composed mostly of farang. Sinbi doesn’t have many, if any thais fighting but they have a pronounced and organize system to manage so many farang. I wonder if the authenticity should be questioned but mostly I am too overwhelmed with the excitement of training twice a day in Paradise.
Amongst the crowd, I stood out as one of the who could skip rope for ten minutes and longer, making me feel pretty well-equipped. I am lucky to train back home with authentic trainers. The warm-up was easy.
My experience so far has been one composed of play. Thais even in their fights will smile if someone lands something, so they play a lot in training. We ate on the top of a mountain overlooking kata beach for breakfast this morning after training. We saw elephants just chilling nearby. Incredible. We worked on my right kick a lot. My right shoulder should be turning over, and my hip needs to be going straight in more. My first trainer called me powerful but took it pretty easy, fixing my fundamentals and not forcing any sprints. His name was Run and I really enjoyed him. My trainer back in the states says I paw instead of turning my knuckles downward, and Run reiterated this.
Afterwords, starved and ready to explore, we drove up the mountain, past elephants for some incredible views and to eat. We could see Kata Beach and the big Buddha. The air smelled so clear and was moist from all the rain.
During my second session in the afternoon, trainers approached me and immediately wrapped my hands. I stood there, like a pedicured princess sandwiched between two thai trainers as they wrapped my hands – it has been years since this has happened. Girl treatment, ftw.
And then I spent the next hour or so playing and sweating my ass off with Ann. He kept forgetting my name and was a lot younger than my first trainer and flirted his ass off. It was great fun. He rolled around on the floor when I teeped him away and punished me with kicks and pads and then over-reacted when I did something bad or good. I preferred his personality. It made time go by faster.
By the end, during clinch and technique, I was paired with a tiny Canadian girl. The trainer at that point kept calling me “Big”. I was the Big girl. Haha
It was sometime during clinch that I got bubble gut. I made it to a toilet in time, but the diarrhea comes in waves. (I now understand the theory of all the hoses next to the toilet because toilet paper would rape you by the end of a day like I had.)
II have generally been pretty conservative but food as a result of my stomach. If not for that, I would’ve tried the roasted roaches at the night market.