Two weeks ago, Patrick and I went to Muay Thai together. Coach Leo no longer coaches then.
Enter Coach Junior.
Coach Junior is the same guy I saw spar Coach Leo. He's only sixteen, but a total monster. I wouldn't be surprised to see him fighting in the UFC one day.
He's also a nice guy (it's funny how that happens).
This past Saturday, Shane and I were out hunting school buses. My boy was sick, so I was in total placate mode. I was also bored of the usual routine, so Shane and I went to our neighborhood's elementary school. Many drivers park their buses at local schools they live near by or are their last run for the day.
Shane and I were in the middle of 'oohing' and 'aahing' when Patrick texted, "Are you headed to class?"
On one hand, I was thrilled Patrick was awake and interested. On the other, I had a sick boy on my hands and no way to make it to class at a reasonable time.
I would have loved to have gone with my brother (and gotten our butts kicked together), but it was not to be. Patrick needs a few extra practices to catch up to me anyway! My brother said it was a particularly brutal practice at the end. Coach Junior had them doing push-ups in stages and one guy reached his limit and his arm's gave out. It probably would've been me if I'd been there!
I don't know when I'll get to go next. Something always comes up. For example, last Saturday Shane was sick, this past Monday Carrie was sick and went to bed early, and the Monday before that Coach had car trouble and had to cancel (plus, I think Carrie or Shane was sick to boot). One of my professional development classes for work is going to take place over several Mondays and rule out Muay Thai those days, too.
I'll get back out there one of these days.
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