Muay Thai

After a year of being mostly together, you could imagine that some moments of annoyance or frustration with each other have developed. In general, I would say that we have learned how to deal with these situations, resolving conflict and growing together, ultimately resulting in a better understanding of each other. Well, most of the time, nobody’s perfect.

So when an opportunity for release via a family Muay Thai Boxing session presented itself, we all found ourselves eagerly signing up; with certain members of our family perhaps fantasizing more than is healthy about who was going to be the focus of our soon to be acquired skills.

We arrived at our appointed time and after changing into some rather excellent silk boxing shorts (one size fits all) we proceeded to get a lesson on wrapping our hands before donning the gloves. This is serious stuff, I thought. They then assigned Andrew and I different trainers with a girl joining each of us. It was as if they sensed what the darker recesses of our minds had planned…

And they put us through our paces; punching, uppercutting, jabbing, elbowing, blocking and kicking. It took all my brain power to keep them all straight and then remember to keep my hands up to protect my head. Andrew was punching and kicking away beside me, Bronwyn found herself equally engaged, and Anika enjoyed bouncing on the ropes of the boxing ring, with the odd attempt at giving the trainer some punches in the tummy and a few shin kicks for good measure.

We finished off with one of the trainers suiting up in protective gear (us Schplatts were showing promise) and we had some fun trying out our newfound skills. We never did get to try them out on each other (thankfully!), but we left with a great workout, yet another new experience and a release of the pressure cooker that can be associated with long term family travel.

Now where can I get me some of that protective gear…?

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