After a very long but colorful flight I have arrived at Fairtex camp last night. The camp is really modest and the rooms are small and very simple. I got a shared room but I don’t have a roommate just yet.
It was quiet when me and Joe (my trainer and teammate) got here. All training sessions were over and because one of Fairtex fighters was fighting at Lumpini Stadium everyone was there to support him and also try to make some money from betting on the fighters (it’s legal here). I was tired but my heart was filled with excitement. Around 10pm I fell asleep really deeply but I woke up at 4:30am. I unsuccessfully tried to get at least another hour of sleep. I think it was more the excitement and the anticipation of the training session than the jetlag. Around 5:30am I heard someone kicking the bag and I knew it’s time to start my day. By the time I got ready the four rings were full with the trainers and students. Before I even got to hit the bag, one of the trainers heard I am a fighter and refused to believe it commenting with a big smile that I am too pretty. I knew that moment I will have a lot to prove to be taken seriously. But everyone was full of joy all the time. There was great energy and it was contagious. My first training partner who held pads for me was a kid about 12-13 years old maybe. But don’t be fooled by the age. He is incredible and I enjoyed every minute of those rounds. So, slowly the trainers started to pay attention and I was gaining credibility more and more.
The breakfast was served at 9am in a small room leading to the kitchen where I met other guys (from different parts of the world) already training at the camp. The meal consisted of rice, chicken and fried eggs and a noodle soup. It was a delicious meal and I was surprised not to miss my daily muffin and jug of coffee…That’s right. I had no coffee and I don’t miss it…yet… However I am fully prepared if those times of insane caffeinecravings will arrive.
This afternoon the second training session will take place. And I can’t wait. I hope to be able to try different trainers and eventually chose one… and also remember his name. I and the Thais do have something in common. I can’t remember their names more than they can remember mine. Actually they can’t even pronounce mine and it is quite entertaining hearing them struggle with it. I am sure they will eventually come up with a nickname for me.
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We are with you girl, we know you can do it!!
I contacted some people around Chicago to see if they are interested to sponsor you.
Good luck !
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