Written by Claire Haigh, Wednesday 8th Jun 2011
Scrapes and abrasions

Awing is a nasty mean man. I am now sporting a scrape down the side of my face from the umpteenth time that he threw me into the ropes. He is unkind…that is all I have to say on the matter.

However, that is nothing compared to the worst case ever of “ab bench ass” that I currently have. You know, the nasty raw patch you get at the base of your spine from lots of sweaty sit ups…the nasty raw patch that you don’t notice until your evening shower when soapy water first hits it and, if you are anything like me, makes you hop around the bathroom clutching your buttocks and say “aaaarrgghhreeeeweeemotherfuckergoddammitaarrghgh”.

I am hoping that Brian “tom yum gung” Robertson will finally come and train with us- he seems to think our training sessions are mostly held in the toilet, as far as I can tell. I can only assume he is ducking me, knowing full well that I shall mecilessly disregard any techniques but the body shot, straigh knee and teep. I would expect nothing less from him were the roles reversed!