The odds were not in my favour this week. And, okay, I may have unintentionally volunteered myself for one of my mishaps, but still.
On Tuesday I missed Muay Thai because the day before I made a rather silly decision to go to the beach with a T3 on the way, and promptly got sick. It turns out missing just one session can make a huge difference, because my private session on Thursday left me so tired and sore. Mike spent a bit more time again on fitness this week, and I only managed to get through four three-minute rounds.
I mentioned during one of our one-minute breaks that since I started training at Versus, my neck and back has been hurting less, even with all the hours I spend in front of the computer. So towards the end of my hour, Mike showed me a few stretches and strengthening exercises that can help minimise my aches.
One involved curling two kettlebells up to my chest and then lifting them up above my head. I loved the challenge of this exercise, it's something I've never tried before and I felt so happy I actually managed to do it right. As in, I didn't drop the kettlebells on my head and kill myself!
The next morning, however, I realised just how sore that move left me, when every muscle between my shoulders and wrists felt so weak and tired, I couldn't handle putting on my full face of makeup. Do you have any idea how much control it takes to stipple on foundation with a slanted kabuki brush for that naturally even coverage? Or how steady your hand must be to draw on a subtle winged eyeliner look?
None of that was happening that morning. That's how sore my arms were. Thanks, Mike.
When Saturday rolled around, I was really excited to go back and get stuck into my two sessions. But when I arrived (*ahem*slightly late*ahem*) there was no one else there for the MMA class, so I asked if I could just wait till the 2:00pm Muay Thai class instead, and as I was getting ready for that, Merry walked in and we immediately partnered up.
For a good 40 minutes we exchanged kicks and blocks. Every now and then Merry would take a moment to give me advice or show me how to improve a certain move, and then offer words of encouragement when I tried it out.
I was enjoying myself and feeling really positive about keeping up with Merry and the rest of the class when I heard a pop. A split second later, I realised I not only heard the pop, but I felt it...in my left ankle.
“Are you okay?” Merry, bless her, looked at me with concern.
“Yeah, I just twisted my ankle,” I told her as I hobbled over to the wall to sit down and to remove my gloves and shin-guards.
By the time Mike walked over with an ice-pack for my ankle, Merry had helped me take off my guards and had started to massage my foot and ankle.
So I ended up sitting out the rest of the day and watching the end of my Muay Thai class. When it ended, a few guys went on to practise their kicks in sets of ten on a punching bag. That poor, poor punching bag...
I also decided to stay to watch the Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu class, just in case there was something I can pick up from watching others practise.
“You won't believe how much Max picks up just by watching,” Quinton told me when I went to sit by him half-way through the class.
I'm not sure how much I managed to pick up from watching, since it looked...tricky. But I guess I'll find out next week.
How did I spend the rest of my day after I left Versus? I cancelled shopping plans with a friend and went home to laze on my couch with my ankle elevated, with an ice-pack around my injury and a kitty on my tummy.