Thursday nights Kickboxing is a little different. The first session is ladies only. This initially had no real appeal to me. I get the sense of pairing up in gender for sparring training as much as possible, but pad work I don’t see the need and I lie working with the guys I train with. Still I went last week because it’s just before adult sparring and the chances of me heading out of the house so close to 9pm were impossible. I figured i’d do the class then i’d already be there to spar.
Ladies only was pretty knackering this week which was fine with me. Then the guys turned up, the girls left and it was time to spar. I did a round with our coach, then for most of the session worked with my sometimes training partner Nick, who always hits me with enough force to let me know about it and tends to like to go straight for my face. Nick makes me appreciate my gumshield. I think I got a few reasonably clear shots in, he certainly did, snapping my head back more than once.
Finally I did some just for fun sparring with someone who I haven’t worked with before, and he went easy, just using his hands, to give me a chance to just play around and try things. He called me on a couple of bad habits too which is the great thing about sparring with someone who is just chilling out, defending and throwing the odd punch, they have time to study you and spot your weaknesses. Overall the thing I really ave to work on is speed, bringing my punches back quickly so the whole effect is much cleaner and snappier.
At the end of the class the guys were talking about not minding getting hit when they are sparring. I listened. It’s good hearing other people say it. I have an enormous bruise on my hip from one of Georgia’s incredible kicks. I wish it were a little higher so I could show it to people. I am extremely proud of my battered body, the aches, pains and bruises. I get hit and it hurts and my mouth drops into an open, gumshieldy grin because, well, now it’s game on. Now I want to hurt you and i’m having fun.
I am working myself hard physically, the Wizard says I must rest in Devon, but I would like this to be taken into account. The training I do, puts no where near the strain on my muscles, bones, joints, vital organs and whole system, that carrying a whole spare person in weight did. If I trained 6 hours a day my body would still be under a fraction of the strain, so really, fine I take my recovery days, but no wonder I feel good physically, no wonder I can barely sit still anymore!