MTB

The Muay Thai classes are coming along nicely, I must say.

After 6 lessons, I am finally able to skip rope properly and continuously for at least, 5 minutes. When I first started, I couldn't get the rope under my feet at all!

The German and I have also gained polite respect from our classmates (i.e. the Ang Mohs and Fat Army Boys) over the weeks. Perhaps it is because we don't get special leeway from our instructor just because we are girls. We do the same routine as they do (including boy style push-ups) and take the same amount of breaks; and we have done so without whining or collapsing. Of course our punches/kicks are not as strong as the boys, other than that, we can pretty much do the same things as them.

However, our "macho-ness" lets up once in a while.....

Last night, The German turned up at class wearing identical pair of shorts as me. We gasp in disbelief when we saw each other. She said she didn't realize I had the same pair and I told her it's not that I mind wearing the same thing as her but it's just that given the "seriousness" of this class and the fact that we are the only females, it may appear that we did it on purpose in a girlish "Oh-wouldn't-it-be-fun-if-we-are-in-uniform-hehe" kind of way. We decided that the best way not to draw attention to our identical shorts is by pretending we didn't notice and flex our man-shoulders about instead.

We have progressed along to doing "pad work" for each other now, meaning one of us will hold up the pads (the "Pad Holder") and guide your partner who is suppose to execute moves on it. In other words, a Pad Holder is a human sand bag and trust me, it's a horrible job. First of all, it is far more exhausting taking / blocking kicks & punches than actually executing them. Secondly, a Pad Holder needs to be alert at all times because if you let your guards down, the punches goes right into your face.

Now there is this fighter in our gym that is pretty...., as The Toe will put it, "hawt". Not the face, but the body. Being cursed with active female estrogens that run amok without warning, The German and I sometimes get distracted by his....muscles. There was once he took over the class when our regular instructor was away and the temperature in the room that day rocketed. When he was trying to correct my kicking posture, I turned into mash and the German gave me a look that could have killed a small animal. Anyway we were both glad that he wasn't teaching our class anymore because such distraction is definitely not needed. It's not that kind of crush where you go home and dream about marrying the guy. It's more like, "oh yeah, hawt" and then you forget he exist when you step out of the door.

But "oh yeah", it just so happen that last night during our pad session where I was the Pad Holder, Mr. Hawt decides to show up and crosses the room. Her back is facing him so I (unconsciously) raise an eyebrow at The German. (Un)fortunately, he must have noticed because he suddenly turn around and shot me a grin. I quickly duck behind the pads to hide my embarrassment. The German withdrew her kick at the sight of my drawn pads, turn and look at Mr. Hawt, turn back and grin at me; and we both collapse on the floor, giggling like ducks.

The class stopped, and looked at us.

Oh deary me. Muay Thai bimbos.