It was a decent workout, and it sounds cool, right? What are you doing tonight? Oh, just some Muay Thai kickboxing. It was a great environment, too–Central Park on a nice late spring evening. The class itself was enjoyable, partially because I was learning something new and partially because I was the best one of the small group I was practicing with.
But–warning: sexist stuff to follow–being the best out of a group of girls, all of whom were probably younger than I am and definitely smaller than I am, isn’t saying much. It’s like if a really funny woman were to tell jokes among other female comedians. There’s an unfair advantage here in that the funny woman is funny.
That’s why I prefer experiences like Krav Maga. Because yeah, it kicked my butt, and so did my partner (almost literally), but I was the only woman in the class. Being able to even mostly keep up with the others meant more.
Sorry, ladies. I know some of you are super tough and could out-whatever plenty of men in your particular specialty, but when it comes to men in general and women in general, I’d rather see how I match up against the boys.
Plus, my voice has been pretty low since I have a lingering cold, and my breasts have been pretty small since I was 12, so you could argue that I sort of belong there anyway. Just don’t do it to my face because I have a weird complex about looking like a man when my hair’s pulled back.