Muay Thai at 50

 It was bound to happen, and I can only assume it will happen many more times in the future, no matter how careful I am.  I injured myself training, and had to take a few weeks off.  You're probably wondering what the big deal is, or why I would even mention it, as it's just a part of the process, and nothing to be concerned about, and I get that.  Hear me out, though...       Thanksgiving was about to hit, and I was pretty scared.  Despite all the warnings and everyone else being just as scared as I was, there were a LOT of people visiting relatives for the holiday.  Not just getting in their cars for a few hours down the highway, but loading up their entire immediate family into a crowded airport, then onto a crowded airplane, and then into yet another crowded airport.  Then into a cab that picks up travelers from the airport all day long.  Then they meet with their elderly parents with their siblings who did the exact s...

 To be quite honest, I struggle with what to write about for this project.  I'm obviously not a professional.  I haven't been training Muay Thai for decades, and what little insight I have might only be helpful to just a small percentage of an already minuscule number of people in the first place.  As I write this, I'm only three months into my Muay Thai journey, and already I feel like I've maxed out my ability to convey my situation.  But until I utterly bore or overly repeat myself, I'll keep going...      I'll just start out by saying that I'm a mask wearing type.  Oh sure, I hate the government, too, and don't believe they ever have humanity's best interest at heart.  I also love going down the messy hole of a good old fashioned conspiracy theory once in a while.  But this shit...this wash-your-hands-and-wear-a-mask shit, and don't have a wedding this year shit, this stay away from even your best friends shit,  this s...