[Update 04/17/2009: Beginning April 27th, I will be teaching at Area instead of Mission. I still love Mission though. Just had to put that out there. I will be teaching children’s classes in addition to the adult’s classes. Lots and lots of information here]
When I lived in Utah I was bored. So I let my fingers do the walking in the yellow pages and I found myself looking at Muay Thai Kickboxing. I was kind of feeling punk-rock and like I didn’t want to do the whole “nice gym” thing, so I signed up for a Full Contact Muay Thai Kickboxing trial at a gym that looked like it was lifted from a prison yard. I’m not going to lie – the vibe kinda rang my bell. I was one of maybe three girls there, and the place was full of tattooed angry men, mostly Fire Fighters, Policemen, and Ex-Cons working out some big issues on heavy bags which were duct taped together. My first day there I spent a good twenty minutes sitting in my car working up some guts to walk into the place.
my trainer. I worked hard and consistently with him, and got to a place where I could hold my own, even when I was sparring in the ring with men who fought for Pride or K1.
I had many injuries over my years with Sem. Broken feet, broken ribs, snapped tendons and bruised everything; but he was vigilant about continuing to train me around my injuries, and letting me heal when I needed to. When the time came for me to lasso my first professional fight, I was terrified. I trained like crazy with Sem when I learned that it was to be held in Las Vegas, and that it would be broadcast on Pay-Per-View. I had it put in my contract that I didn’t have to fight wearing a bikini in a vat of jell-o, you know – just to be sure.
Six weeks before the fight, I found out I was six weeks pregnant. Obviously I wasn’t going to make my cut-weight. The fight was off, the pregnancy was on and I couldn’t believe my luck that I was going to be a mom. Sem took the news like the champion is his. He continued to train me like I was a Prize-Fighter for the remainder of my preganancy, bringing my workouts down as I needed him to. He would always joke that “your baby be born with black eye!” And I kinda wish it would have been true because Sem would have smiled.