I have really got my head around this Muay Thai thing. Book in advance, then you have to go, ready to go all in, first belt in December, black belt in 3 years. I have got over my resistance to going. I managed to talk myself around from real aversion to going, to nervous excitement tonight. It’s a brutal, real, martial art. I want it!
I went tonight for my third lesson. I possibly went too hard in the pre-session warm-up, but 10 minutes into the class I had tachycardia. In retrospect, I think I freaked the guy out by going head down, arse up, on the mat. It probably looked like I was keeling over, but that seems to be the quickest way to settle the damn thing down.
I got it to settle and wanted to carry on, but the guy wouldn’t let me. He refunded me the lesson and said to go an rest for 24 hours. I’ve got to ring the doctors in the morning and him at night. I think he’s not going to let me train until I get it sorted. That could take years.
I’ll find out tomorrow, but that might be that for that club. I stupidly committed and bought the basic club kit package, which is £175 of (mostly) club-specific kit. So that’s lovely.
There is another Muay Thai club in Warrington. If this one has binned me off I’ll ring them, explain the situation, and see if they’ll let me train. If not, maybe try some other martial art.
If not, keep up the punching and kicking drills, the press-ups, sit-ups, and skipping. Owt’s better than nowt.
The other thing is I’m going a bit mad obsessing over a Yamaha Tracer 900. I think I’m going to up my shifts and try and save up for one. Especially if I can’t do martial arts.
Stupid heart sucks.