so i haven’t written about my muai thai adventures in awhile, and that’s because for the most part, it’s just been learning the small technical shit, and as we all know, nobody wants to read about punching things when you can be out punching things yourself. — old irish proverb
BUT there have been a couple of exciting developments lately. one concerns the local trainer, jahk, whom as i mentioned in my previous logs is a former superstar champion who STILL appears to be in his prime. i learned that he had some kind of foot injury/breakage that is the likely cause of him not fighting anymore. he was demonstrating a kick once and when he lightly hit the bag with his foot he folded like a lawn chair.
nonetheless, i think we’re starting to bond. when i was leaving the gym the other day, the stars aligned and i actually understood what he asked me in thai, which was “have you been making friends in thailand?” i said i was, and then he asked if we were friends. “rao pen pooan gan, chai mai?” waiting for me to respond affirmatively, i delivered a resounding yes and then high fived the shit out of his hand.
as i walked home that day, i knew what had to be done. no more living in a foreign country and completely ignoring the local language. when i got home, i was going to find a thai school in bangkok and enroll in private lessons. it wouldn’t be cheap, but the results would be prominent and immediate. plus i would get to talk to jahk, my hero, not to mention up my muai thai game.
and getting back to the muai thai itself, i learned something today. which is that i will be fighting. in a match. for real. december 5th, the day it goes down. i don’t know where. i don’t know against who. i don’t know diddly squat except for, being my first match, if i win, i get 300 baht. 9 dollars. shit cousin, i’ll do it for free!
the one thing i’m not as adamant about is what my fellow boxers and coaches are asking that i do to prepare for the fight. give it up. all of it. FUN. sex, drinking, smoking, those little scrumptious cappuccino almond rolls i did a nude photo shoot with in the previous blog. most fighters i hear about in the professional world train for a soul-destroying three months before they have a match, but i…i just can’t. one month, maybe. three? suck my sock. now if i lose, which lets face it, given my haphazard determination seems very likely, i’ll be cool with it. i did man up and fight, after all. but i’m not going down without a fight. it’s gonna take more than a few broken ribs to keep this mamma jamma down.
december 5th. mark your calendars