What no one tells you about training in Thailand

 

 

I can’t believe how naive I was. No one told me about the heat, but I should have known better. Training in an outdoor gym, with no air-con, in 37 degrees heat and in nauseating humidity is like S&M sex – although some weirdos with a high degree of pain tolerance enjoy it, it’s super brutal and rough AF. (Yes, I’m that weirdo that enjoys it. In the purely Muay Thai sense. Plz)

Woah. I cannot articulate in words how rough it is. Go try it, seriously.

Just imagine the hardest workout you’ve ever had in whatever sport you do. Then imagine doing that outside, in 37 degrees. Yikes.

Back home, I can survive three rounds in an air-conditioned indoor gym. Here though, R.I.P me after the first round. For the next four rounds (yes, they do five rounds in Thailand) I was a corpse – a dead brain and a dead body hitting pads with zero power.

Walking home, I was a zombie craving flesh and blood. Prooooteeeeeein. Give me protein. I got 5 chicken skewers from a street vendor and scoffed it down, looking like a zombie chewing on human brains knowing nothing else mattered in the world. (Soz, been watching way too much Walking Dead.)

I got home, stripped off my sticky sweaty clothes, and sat on the floor of my apartment butt-naked. Damn, I can’t move – I’m paralyzed. I need a coffee to have a shower. The fridge seemed too far away, having a shower seemed like a chore, and I wasn’t sure if my muscles would ever function again. Sounds like I’m being a drama queen but – well, there’s no buts. But hey, it was still so rough.

So my logical reaction is to join this gym: I am officially a fighter training at Fighting Spirit Gym now. Wahooo!

Kop khun ka for reading xoxo