Okay, it’s decided.
I hate Stamina Mondays.
Intellectually, I know that this means I need Stamina Mondays. If I find them difficult, they are pushing my body to limits that it doesn’t find comfortable. But if I keep subjecting my bod to Stamina Mondays, I will get better, stronger, faster.
That is what the intellect says. However, the rest of me has another thing to say: “This sucks!”
I was tempted to apologize to my kru on the way out. That’s how bad it was. It figures that, since I’m currently kicking butt in the writing arena, I would fail miserably at kickboxing. I’m not sure what was wrong. Maybe I was a little tired, but not that much. Maybe I didn’t have enough to eat. Whatever it was, I felt so pathetic that I wanted to crawl into a little hole for a while.
This has happened before. Muay Thai is one of those practices where no one ever reaches perfection, unless your name is Tony Jaa and you’ve been training since you were in the womb. Everyone has bad days. But knowing that doesn’t make it easier when it happens to you.
It doesn’t make easier when you’re assigned a simple exercise–a leg check followed by a fast kick, and can’t really remember how to do it right. After oh, about TWELVE YEARS of kickboxing, give or take a few. I felt like a lumbering rhinoceros, and let’s face it–even the rhino would have executed that move more gracefully. (For those not familiar with this move, the fellow on the left is doing a leg check. Now imagine him landing with the same leg behind him, and firing off a fast kick as soon as his toes touch the ground. That was the drill.)
Lately I’ve been very happy with how much strength has returned to my roundhouse kick. But yesterday? Instead of a superhero-like “POW! POW!”, I was only able to muster a “Plah! Plah!” sound. I blame the plyometrics, which routinely kick my butt. Which, yes, means I should be doing them all the time. Sigh….
And of course I had a new partner, so she didn’t even know that I don’t usually suck that badly. How embarrassing. She’s been taking kickboxing since December, but kindly pointed out that I “shouldn’t be so flat-footed”. Did I mention I’ve been doing this for TWELVE YEARS? Guess I was sleeping during all those leg check drills.
Don’t despair, dear readers. I’ll get back to the gym for more humiliation and exhilaration tomorrow. I just thought it was important to point out that setbacks are a part of life. And, should you feel you don’t have enough in your life to provide balance, why not take up kickboxing? I’ll save you a spot.
On the bright side, I managed to cram six pages of novel writing into my one-hour morning writing session again today! I’m now over the 90,700 word mark.
If any of my lovely readers would like to share a tale of a bad day, please do so. Misery loves company!