Ketchup Time Pt. 2

So my kickboxing class starts at 6:30-ish, and it's about a 2 kilometre walk, and today, I left the house a little after 6. I was so scared of being late for class, that I ran the entire way to Frank's gym. So if you saw an asian wearing a wife-beater and skimpy shorts frantically running through Chinatown, then the Italian Street by Norwood School, I bet you anything that was me. Afterwards, though I luckily arrived to class on time, I thought I was going to die from either heat-stroke or exhaustion (sp?). Then my instructor told the class, that today, the air conditioning wasn't working. Then the Grandmaster of them all, Frank Lee said he think's its about time I move into the advance class, which surprised the fuck outta me. So after roughly 30 minutes, it was evident, that the entire class could barely breathe through the thick air that was at least 36-40 degress Celsius. Never before do I wish I could do something so painful, over again.

Thing is, our instructor pushed us more than five times harder than before. Usually at most the more simplified class does some 4 punch combinations followed by possibly a knee and an elbow. This time around, were doing at least a dozen variations of 8 punch combinations followed by another flurrie of knees, elbows and kicks. By around 7:15, I was starting to sweat so much, that I couldn't do some of the more vigorous kicks, because doing so at full speed would cause me to slip in the very evident pool of sweat I was standing in. Looking at my feet now, my right foot, had a blister from one of last week's classes and now after this class I have a giant one over top of it. Weird how it just didn't pop. When class was done, people started to sit in the boxing ring and stand up after a brief minute rest, leaving a fricken gigantic ass mark that was darker than dark piss. I had never ,until this day, been physically tired before but I'd redo that class in a heartbeat. Man, if anyone wants to learn muay thai kickboxing, go to Frank Lee's.

Other than the class I just had, I voluneered for CIT training, and worked out pretty hard. I would talk more about my day and what I did at the Y but nothing even comes close to what I just did in class.

BTW! After class I skipped half naked in the boxing ring :) It felt soooo good :)
(just thought you readers would like to know that).