I acted upon impulse and had my ass handed back to me. When will I ever learn? On Friday, I went to visit a couple of buddies of mine…I use the term “buddies” very lightly at this point cause about an hour into our visit, they decided to talk me into going with them to workout in their favorite gym that boasts the title of “Toughest gym in Los Angeles”, but what did I care…I was only going for a quick workout with some friends. No big deal, right? Well, trust me when I tell you that this is no ordinary gym, but one belonging to Muay Thai boxer, Joe Schilling. Yes, I said Muay Thai. One of the toughest, bloodiest and most lethal of the boxing arts. It’s called, The Yard and this place was chock full of baddassery. Schilling had just come from winning a huge match with Kaoklai Kaennorsing, who he knocked down three times in the first round, which made him the newest WBC Interim Champion, giving the Americans total respect.
In walks the Sluppy. HA!
I don’t know if it was the ten minutes of jumping rope, followed by ten mins of jogging, followed by numerous reps of squats, crunches, planks, then push-up’s, but something killed me. Completely dead. Out for the count. Done. Fin. Total asthma attack, which forced me outta there fast. I’m sure once I left they were all laughing at me and I don’t know if I can ever go back in there and show my sad face again. It’s gonna take a lot if I do. Guess I need to build myself up to it. I did get to shake Joe’s hand though and what a monster of cat he is in person. Holy crap.