Eye of the Tiger
Wednesday, June 9th, 2010As of late I have tried to focus myself on nothing but training, and physical conditioning. I have attempted to construct a positive mentality for myself in this regard, leaving everything that is “unimportant” on the side and going gung-ho with Muay Thai. Having this new attitude, I decided to see how far I could push my body in terms of physical strength. Having been in Thailand for a while, I decided that it was time to conduct a test of my capabilities, to see just how well the training was working for me. During my time in Thailand I have been lifting weights many days during the week between the workouts, so I figured that it would be easy to pass what most people consider to be a “hard” test. Looking around a bit online, I decided that I wanted to be “hardcore”, so I chose the workout test that the actors of 300 did at the beginning and end of their training cycle to mark their levels of fitness for the film. I had heard this 300 test was very hard, so I decided to give it a shot.
The 300 test is composed of:
25 pull-ups
50 dead-lifts at 135 pounds
50 push-ups
50 box jumps with a 24 in. box
50 floor wipers
50 clean and press with a 36 pounds kettle bell
25 pull ups
Not having done dead-lifts in over a month, I was a bit nervous but I decided to go ahead with the test anyway. The test is supposed to be timed, but I decided to skip that part as all I wanted was a baseline setting so I could track my progress. Starting, I manged 19 pull-ups, not bad considering the most I’ve ever been able to do prior was 12. I then did 25 dead-lifts at 135, as I hadn’t lifted in a long time and didn’t want to totally destroy myself. I could have done the full 50, but I doubt I would be able to walk afterward. The 50 push-ups were a breeze, as were the 50 box jumps. I did 10 of the 50 floor wipers, I have never done them before and found it hard to keep myself centered on the bench. I did the full 50 clean and press, but with a 26 pound kettle bell instead of a 36 pound variant. To finish, I did 14 pull-ups.
I felt quite proud of myself, and was happy that my new-found “warrior” mentality had paid off, as I had tried my best to have the ferocity of a tiger during my test. After the test I lifted a few weights, and the did the afternoon workout.
Skip to the next day.
Soreness like no other. My lower back, thanks to not having done dead-lifts in over a month hurts and getting out of bed took far longer than it should have. My shoulders were also sore from the workout, as were my abs, calves and hamstrings. I hadn’t been so sore in years, which is a bit surprising because I tend to workout very hard when I put my mind to it. I had to take off all the practices yesterday due to this soreness, as kicking with a sore lower back felt no good at all. Instead of doing the workout, I decided that I wanted to recover as quickly as possible; I went to the massage parlor for a Thai massage.
Arriving at the parlor I almost said foot massage, as those are relaxing and I often fall asleep. However I knew that I needed to release the lactic acid from my muscles, so I went with the Thai massage. I had heard stories about the Thai massage before, and how potentially painful it could be. With my sore limbs, I knew that I was in for a treat of no small proportions. Tales of pain, being hard of breath and some serious joint cracking rattled through my mind as I took off my shirt and took my place face down on the massage bed. A lithe looking Thai woman gave me a glass of water, let me finish it then began her torture.
She started with my feet, which was fine. She then, with surprising strength began to dig an elbow into my tender calf muscles. For the next 30 minutes I was sucking in breath, trying to keep my small cries of pain as quiet as I possibly could. The legs weren’t even the worse part, that turned out to be my back. With hands like hammers and fingers like daggers she proceeded to cause me some serious muscular discomfort as she prodded and kneaded my back. Then, in the middle she told me that if I wanted she could go harder. Already squirming with the pain, short of breath with eyes watering, I was just fine with the current amount of pain thank you very much, and told her so. After spending about 20 minutes on my back alone, pummeling it thoroughly she moved onto my arms. I soon discovered that my forearms were sore, as she made it painfully clear that they were. Once my arms had been massaged, I turned over and she worked on my neck and the front of my legs. I swear she was using nearly all of her body weight in the process, but my eyes were closed as I quite simply did not want to look at what was happening.
After what seemed like 3 hours (it was only a bit longer than an hour), she finished. I slowly got off the massage bed and paid her the 250 baht that I owed her. I cannot describe the joy that I felt once the massage was finished. Hoping to feel like a new man once I was done, I walked out the door and into the Thai sunshine.
Sadly though, I didn’t feel like a new man. I did however feel like a man in a lot less pain, which was a relief. The Thai woman had gotten rid of a good amount of the lactic acid in my muscles, and I felt as though I could likely train the day after. I still didn’t feel 100% though, so I decided to get a haircut. The salon is right next to the massage parlor, so it was a quick trip there. Annoyingly, the woman who cuts the hair there does a poor job and only knows how to give buzz cuts to men. I do this to my hair back home for free, she however charges 100 baht for it and leaves tufts of hair standing where everything else has been cut. At the end of my haircut I asked for a shave as well. Since I have never had someone shave me before, I figured why not? It cost 150 baht though, which put me off a bit but that’s life I guess. She took me to the back room, and using as little shaving gel as possible covered my face. Using a sole razor blade she proceeded to give me the worse shave I have ever had. I was thinking that because I was paying for it, that it would be very well done. Surprise! Not at all. She left a ton of hair on my face still, and she cut me up something fierce. The only reason I had asked her to do it is because I have no shaving gel and have been dry shaving here in Thailand, which is no fun at all.
After the lame haircut and the lame shave, I headed over to the convenience store (also next door), and bought a disposable razor. I had bought one before and it didn’t work very well, so I went with a different kind. Luckily, this one worked just fine and I was able to finish the shave the barber had started. Depressed that I had just spent 500 baht on something besides food, I retreated to my room a bit dejected and still sore.






