Muay Thai

It had been 1 month since I last saw E.

You can’t reciprocate love, nor have it reciprocated. If you love someone, and the person loves you, you are lucky. If you love someone the same way as he loves you back, you’re blessed.

I am unlucky, in this instance. The one I loved, love another.

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I have a nickname for a guy in Muay Thai class. Marshmallow. He wears a frown, pocketed face, has a soft belly, and throws soft punches. He came for trial after my mine but was turned down because he came late and didn’t register for the session (the requirement of signing up for trial 2 working days before). And since both of us started classes about the same time, we are about the same level, and often grouped together as newbies. I always pray I don’t get to partner with him because he is slow in catching the instructions, drags my pace down and he’s a leftie, meaning the jabs and shots he throw will be the opposite of mine and it takes some mental note to block appropriately.

I paired with a senior, Alicia, and I’m so sorry to drag her pace. She could have done more, complicated moves but she has to scale down for my level. She’s being encouraging and kind by not blaming me but I’m guilty as charged.

I can only hope to progress faster by going twice or thrice a week. Let’s push it!