Muay Thai Kick

Muay Thai Kick
Thursday — January 7th, 2010

I’ve started taking Muay Thai over the last few months and I must say, it’s one of the best workouts possible. My only complaint about this martial art is that I can’t, for the life of me do the kicks, but like all things, all that was needed was practice and determination. After a few sessions of dynamic stretching and shadow boxing, I am finally able to do the kick (most of the time, with the right leg). The tip that really helped me was to imagine the kick as more of a sideways knee, where the kicking part is just an extension of the knee.   However, I think the key was working my arms into the kick motion, by swinging my right arm from the center to the right side, while kicking with my right leg. Only then can I get my right hip to twist over, and my left foot to pivot. Needless to say, I’m quite happy about finally getting what seems to come naturally for everyone else in the class.

I’m not sure if it’s the Muay Thai, but I had a violent dream last night. It was the beginning of WW3 or some sort of cataclysmic event, and I was traveling at the time in a small town in Canada.  With all the trains full, I threw my luggage onto the train in hopes of jumping on, but instead, the train sped up and took my stuff with it all except for a parachute air bending flying device. This device allowed its user to ride air currents and effectively fly around noiselessly. Since all my stuff was gone, I decided to fly back to Toronto which was hard because of the electric wires and aerial traffic. When I finally arrived, I dodged the draft that was taking place and discovered that a female friend of mine was being held hostage by a pimp in a penthouse. This is where it gets violent, as the pimp discovers my rescue attempt. He rushes me with a knife from behind an open screen door, so I quickly close the screen door on his  hand. Meanwhile, one of his thugs grabs my friend from behind. I somehow manage to knock the thug out with a hard hammer fist, before promptly engaging the pimp with the knife. I delivered a hard kick to his knee caps before disarming him with a painful joint lock. After throwing a few right hooks I woke up full of adrenaline.

Now that I think about it, it must have been the hot curry I had before bed. I can’t even begin to imagine what will happen tonight, after some Duff’s Armageddon wings. I must cut back on the spicy food.


One Comment...

  1. Wolf_Zombie

    Sounds like that zombie apocalypse dream I had last month, except in that one I had fencing swords and was leading an army of high schoolers from New Jersey and Detroit.

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