(reposted from from my journal, January 25, 2008)

Been doing the Muay Thai almost 6 months now, 2x a week, and have made great progress - I actually look as though I know what I'm doing! The thought of actually competing in an amateur bout doesn't seem as ridiculous as much as it once did. The class has gotten larger too, more 'older' people showing up. When I first started there was around 7 - 10 in a class, now Ray is averaging about 15 - 20.

I live sparred for the first time yesterday and ended up with some guy about half my age and 7 amateur fights under his belt kicking me around the ring like I was a soccer ball. I did manage to clinch a few times, and once I got hold of him, I was able to control, as I had about 15 pounds on him. I managed to plant a few knees and show him the old lion still had a few fangs left.

So I'm all done with training, I wander (limp) out to my car, pop the trunk, put in my gear, close the trunk... DOH! After popping it, I'd put my keys back in my gear bag. Why? Because I'm old and stupid and tired and beat up.

I've locked my keys in before and can get it open with a coat hangar. Fortunately, I was able to find one. Twenty minutes later, with the help of a fellow Muay Thai-er holding his cell phone as a light, I got the door open by sliding the coat hangar in snagging the power door lock switch.