The Crazy Angmo And His Angry Wife

Thursday, 16 October 2014

Conquer Your Mountain With Tenacity

All of us engaged in our respective work, passions, businesses, family commitments and other priorities are really not that different from one another, are we? Every day we face our individual mountains, trying to find ways to get around it, climb it, burrow underneath it or chip away through it. Nonetheless, these mountains are there before us no matter how we think about it.
I watched a program aired on BBC Knowledge called How We Made Our Millions, hosted by Peter Jones of the Dragon Den’s fame, who was on a mission to uncover the secrets of success of self-made millionaire entrepreneurs. In the program, Jones interviewed Chris Dawson and the Constantines, owners of famous UK brands The Range and Lush respectively. The program fascinated me, not because these entrepreneurs had the business savvy to identify the right opportunities to deliver products that consumers need. What fascinated me most was their tenacity and grit in spite of the hurdles they had to face both personal and outside where the competition was rife and consumer preferences were fickle.

Chris Dawson - Managing The Range Like Everyday Was A Recession

Chris Dawson, who owns The Range, a chain of stores in the UK, selling home, garden and leisure products, used to be an open air market trader.   He was dyslexic and dropped out of school as a boy. He could not read or write at an age where many kids in school were pouring through stories from Enid Blyton and Dr Suess. Yet Dawson’s unwavering determination spurred him to become a billionaire who at 62, still works from dawn to dusk, giving himself a treat of a full English fry-up only when he had successfully clinched a deal. Apparently he detests any waste of time and watches his expenditure very closely. During an interview with Michael Ribbeck, the editor of South West Business, Dawson underscored his business ethos with this comment, “The recession is tough for everyone including us. The difference is I have always run my business as though we are in a recession.”

The Constantines - Adhering To Principles Of Social Responsibility Through Lush

The Constantines’ story was even more interesting. I am a fan of Lush, the company that produced delicious-smelling bath products and cosmetics because they adhere to the philosophy of no animal testing. Lush also produced “Charity Pot” a hand and body lotion where 100% of sales proceeds would go to the charities that Lush supported . Lush became a big supplier to The Body Shop as Anita Roddick at that time, had shared the Constantines’ business vision. However, in time, seeing that The Body Shop was heavily reliant on the Constantines as their biggest supplier, they bought the Constantines’ out for £6M. The Constantines ploughed the money into their online retail store Cosmetics To Go. However Cosmetics To Go went bust and the Constantines had decided to return to their former business model of hand-making bath and body products, this time, successfully growing Lush into a £130M business.   In 2001 when the Constantines offered to buy The Body Shop, Roddick purportedly called it the biggest “April Fool’s joke”. However, the joke was on The Body Shop, because they were eventually bought by L’Oreal which was owned by Nestle, one of the biggest companies in the world that had seen a lot of attacks for animal testing. The Constantines’ story was particularly riveting. They saw a marketplace that was big enough for friendly competition which bred good business sense, great products and better value for consumers. They even spotted a way to feed into the value that The Body Shop brought by supplying their hand-made products to the latter. However, when Roddick referred The Constantines’ bid to buy The Body Shop as a joke, it smacked of the “big boy arrogance” in business which was truly unnecessary.

He Rongfeng - Gratitude As Heavy As A Mountain

  Another story that moved me, was that about Chinese millionaire He Rongfeng. He was a homeless teenager at 17 years old when he met a noodle store owner by the name of Dai Xingfen while begging on the streets. The latter invited He home, offering him temporary reprieve from the cold outdoors, gave him food and some money, and urged him to set a good example and grow up to be a good person. As elaborated in the story published by the Stomp team in Singapore on 11 October 2014, when He turned 38 and became a successful businessman, he tracked Dai down in the hope of repaying that “debt” by giving her one million yuan but Dai upon reuniting with He, turned down the cash offer. So He had decided instead to present her with a huge plaque that read, when translated, “ Gratitude As Heavy As A Mountain”.

These stories fascinated me because I learnt that it was reasonable to expect to climb even the highest and most death-defying mountains through pure tenacity, grit and authenticity of purpose. These entrepreneurs did, and have proven that even in the face of nay-sayers, skeptics and the cynical laughter of the “bigger boys”, they could compete, find opportunities within the market place, develop products that add value to consumers and achieve tremendous success in the process. None of these had old money. None of these had wealthy backers. There was no special secret to their success. What drove them was pure hard work, determination, and simply, authenticity of purpose.

Erik Weihenmayer - No Barriers

On that note, I would like to introduce the work of a very inspiring man, Erik Wehenmayer, the only blind mountaineer who has ever reached the top of the Everest in 2001. When Wehenmayer was younger, he suffered from retinoschesis and was gradually going blind. He fought against using canes and wanted to just live life as normally as he could. He turned to wrestling and represented Connecticut in the National Junior Freestyle Wrestling Championship in Iowa. When he could hardly see anything, he started using a guide dog. He then turned his passion towards rock climbing and realized he was very good at it. In 2004, he led 6 blind Tibetan teenagers and completed the climb up the north side of the Everest at 21,500 feet, higher than any group of blind people have ever stood. There you go, even a blind man can make his way up a mountain with 6 blind kids, so what is stopping the rest of us with our respective dreams and goals from achieving them.

Ezzy Wang - Inspiring Lives

Closer to home, let me introduce you to my colleague Ezzy Wang. When I see Ezzy hobbling across the office with 1 leg and a crutch, I would try to hide the pain I feel in my knee after a strenuous workout at the gym. Ezzy handcycles 4 times a week, averaging about 180km each week and swims 20 laps in an Olympic-sized pool about 3 times a week. He champions the cancer cause as the ambassador for the run event called Run For Hope. Ezzy lost his right hip to a rare pelvic cancer many years ago, then subsequently lost his entire right leg when he suffered a relapse. Today, he looks fitter and stronger than some of my friends who fight professionally, and he is a testament to how anyone, and I MEAN ANYONE, can handle a mountain no matter how difficult a climb it may be.

So whatever your mountain may be, whether in business, work life or personal life, don’t ever let it beat you. Conquer it with a strong belief in your own capabilities, your will and your own strength.

About The Writer

The writer of this blog post is a Marketing and PR professional for over 20 years. Due to her love for Mixed Martial Arts (MMA), she is also a freelance sports writer on the side, contributing MMA-related articles to several sports media. She works in partnership with her husband, David Ash, who is an avid sports photographer from www.singaporemaven.com. She is passionate about Muay Thai and nurtures a dream to fight competitively one day when her coach stops making fun of her. She is also a psychic intuitive by birth and runs a consultancy that does tarot and numerology readings under her brand, Sun Goddess Tarot. This blog is affectionately called "The Crazy AngMo" as she is married to one, although she has not yet explained to THE Ang Mo that when translated, he has been labeled “the bloke with ginger hair”.

My colleague Ezzy Wang continues to inspire lives in our office everyday.

Chris Dawson, the billionaire who owns The Range. Photo credit: South Western Business UK

Mo Constantine, millionaire owner of Lush Cosmetics. Photo credit: The Independent, UK

Erik Weihenmayer, first blind mountaineer to conquer the highest peak of the Everest seen here climbing the Ben Nevis in the UK. Photo was taken off this site.

Friday, 10 October 2014

Fighting To Keep My Passion For Writing

I love writing. I love writing my blog, I love writing about the woo-woo spiritual stuff that the other side of me writes about regularly, and I love writing about sports – Mixed Martial Arts (MMA) in particular.

Yes I do have a clandestine love affair for the sport and secretly wished I was 25 years younger so that I could take down the trash-talkers I write about most of the time. However, that is of course just a dream and my husband's nightmare. The Universe is so perfectly clever, knowing that my brash and callous nature would cause me to lose a kneecap in the cage that it had decided to get me to concentrate on my day job, run my business and just for the fun of it, get my ass into the gym to pretend to fight like Cris Cyborg or Connor McGregor while I write about fighters who try very hard to be Cris Cyborg and Connor McGregor.

Lately however, I have been getting slightly dispassionate, uninspired and disillusioned. You see, in the course of writing about my favorite sport, I keep reading the same stuff about fighters, how they train, what they eat, how they cut weight, and how they want to "beat the crap out of their opponent" in their upcoming fights. And horrors, i discovered myself writing the same thing too. My passion gradually waned when my articles were written from interviews that are orchestrated like the script of a governmental speech. The articles began to look similar and read like it was the manual of a new kitchen appliance. I started to question my journalistic integrity and wondered if I could have written that piece a little differently.

I was trained in creative journalism. No, it is not about the skill of sensationalizing an event as mundane as the opening of a new jar of candy that is expected in most tabloids. It is about creatively thinking of unique story angles that a reader would find valuable to read. In this world of combat sports, I am bored of the same repetitions about being trained by world champions when my readers want to get to know the true human being behind the gloves. I am looking for authenticity. I am looking for truly interesting stories that define the fighters as regular people with substance on top of the guts and skills they display within the cage.

Some of these genuine stories are far and few in between.

I got excited by the story of a fighter whose family had left his ancestral home when he was just a wee boy, relocating to a foreign land far away, only to make an emotional return many years later to fight for the first time back at his ancestral homeland. That story had given me a glimpse of the experience of his past that had shaped his character and attitude as an athlete and a fighter. After publishing that story, I witnessed him losing a fight after being accidentally stomped on by his opponent, yet he accepted that defeat with graciousness, joked about it and moved on, like a champion. As the writer of that story, I connected the dots of this display of sportsmanship with his childhood experience.

I was enthused by conversations with fighters who were authentic. One of them was a professional chef who juggled between his day job and his training efforts as a professional fighter. I knew that interview with him was going to be a lot more fun, the minute he opened our conversation with a joke,” If it all goes pear-shaped, at least I can cook!”

Even a 16 year old amateur fighter triggered much interest in me because I saw a boy display a lot of humility in spite of his excellent performance in the cage and his winning streak as an amateur fighter. You see, he made me wonder how someone exposed to an industry like this at such a young age, could still hold his own and display that humility so lacking amongst the many that I have encountered.

When I got to meet my favourite female fighter who was a former Strikeforce Women’s featherweight champion and current Invicta world champion in the featherweight category, I really did not care about how far she had come and what she had done to become a formidable female fighter that is worthy of putting a lousey fighter in her place even at a weight category of 135pounds. And she responded to my yearning for that story with a bit more substance when she spoke about her difficult childhood, and her insecurities. She even shared that her greatest challenge was dealing with the public's misconceived perceptions about her when they do not know the real person behind her fight persona. She was not afraid to allow me to uncover her vulnerability and I respected her for it.

Do not get me wrong. I enjoy talking to real fighters. However, the key word here is REAL. I crave for authenticity and I think, I can write much better and with a little more passion when I can get to know the real people behind their gloves.

The photo accompanying this blog post was taken by David Ash, www.singaporemaven.com

Sunday, 24 August 2014

A 16 Year Old Amateur MMA Fighter Can Teach Us So Much About Sportsmanship

I recently filed a story about one of ours, a 16 year old Singaporean schoolboy who is fast making a name for himself in the world of amateur Mixed Martial Arts (MMA). I am truly proud of him obviously because I am a Singaporean, and I want to give the boy some recognition even when MMA as a sport is sadly lacking much- needed support and funding from the establishment.

Sim Kai Xiong is fairly new to the amateur MMA scene. He fought on the amateur card at Full Metal Dojo 2 on Saturday, 23^rd August in Phuket. Full Metal Dojo is Phuket's first professional mixed martial arts (MMA) event, put together by its CEO Jon Nutt, to build awareness for the sport in Thailand and provide a platform for an exchange of mixed martial arts skills and experiences amongst professional MMA fighters from all over the world.

Kai Xiong, is a 16 year old Nanyang Junior College student, who is an MMA and boxing protégé currently being trained by head coach Arvind Lalwani and Emalo Urratia at Juggernaut Fight Club in Singapore. He is a national youth champion, and an amateur MMA prospect who had been training at Juggernaut Fight Club only for the last 7 months.

His last fight was at Rebel Fighting Championship in Singapore where he impressively dominated his opponent and beat him through a submission by an armbar. At Full Metal Dojo 2, Kai Xiong was the only foreign fighter on the amateur card and his was a difficult fight as his 22 year old Thai opponent put up a series of vicious attacks with his round house kicks. The fight had to be stopped a few times when the amateur fighters violated the amateur rules with some elbow shots. Kai Xiong clearly dominated the cage with a very strong ground game though, a strategic move knowing that Muay Thai could potentially be his achilles' heel against his Thai opponent. He finally won in the 3rd round by the judges' unanimous decision.

Having watched the young protégé train during my kickboxing training sessions at Juggernaut Fight Club, I had observed this boy's strengths in boxing and grappling. However, beyond his skills, I felt an air of quiet maturity about him. His maturity as a fighter in spite of his youth, is an edge as he approaches his fights with a lot of composure, determined to always be in control by timing his chances. When he had to face an older and significantly more experienced Muay Thai expert, I did not see any hint of fear in his eyes. Although he was cornered by his very experienced coach Emalo Urratia who had won his fight against Seiha Pich at Full Metal Dojo 1 in June this year, Kai Xiong did not display any hint of over-confidence. In fact, at the Full Metal Dojo 2 weigh-in event, it was obvious that he just wanted to get the show on the road, win this, and then fly back home in time to make it for school on Monday. When I asked him if he was ready for his fight, he said very confidently, “The team at Juggernaut Fight Club had been working on my overall game. Thanks to them, I am ready for anything."

I liked his quiet confidence founded on his training mantra of No Ego. While I have come across true sportsmen in professional sports, I wished more athletes and even some professional MMA fighters could have that same quiet confidence and humility as this boy.

Kai Xiong told me that he detests arrogance in sports. Like Kai Xiong, I detest arrogance and inauthenticity in sportsmanship. I have absolutely no respect for "Manufactured Sportsmanship".

I know of sports organizations which "manufacture" top-tier athletes who obviously turn an event into a biggest pay-per-view just because they manipulate decisions from who should be on the judging panel to who the opponents should be.

I get annoyed when I hear of sports organizations who pre-select a weaker opponent to be fed to a stronger fighter just because they want to garner positive media interest around the latter.

I dislike athletes who spent a long time nurturing a base of young fans who watched everything they had said or done in awe, promising to inspire a genuine love for fitness, respect for discipline and determination in sports, only to turn around to tell the world that they want to be the biggest box office hit in Hollywood.

Most of all, I dislike professional MMA fighters who talk about the sport of MMA being one that is not about the glitz and glamour, yet turn up at the cage with pomp and pageantry of a Mardi Gras.

So yes, I am extremely proud of Sim Kai Xiong. At his tender age of 16, he had started off on the right foot with the right training and the right attitude worthy of a sportsman. Singapore should indeed be proud of him.

I have immense respect for true sportsmanship and an ardent love for MMA, so I would definitely have my eyes glued on Sim Kai Xiong whom I know will be making it as an excellent MMA fighter in the professional circuit in no time.

The photo accompanying this blog post was taken by David Ash, www.singaporemaven.com

Wednesday, 13 August 2014

Rolling With Clark Gracie In Sunny Singapore

David's photography adventures had taken me places and exposed me to the

adrenaline-charged intensity of contact sports in the last couple of years. This had led me to a clandestine love affair that I have had with Mixed Martial Arts (MMA), and an undying passion for Kickboxing.

During my Kickboxing training at Juggernaut Fight Club, the guys would be having their Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu (BJJ) training session alongside me. I always had fun watching them roll about in a twisted heap, some caught in a head lock, some in a rear choke and others in the midst of a takedown. While my age had not stopped me from embracing Kickboxing as a passion, I certainly felt that the art of BJJ should be left to those within the age bracket where they could still get an occasional pre-pubescent breakout of pimples.

My erroneous perception was put to rest one Sunday afternoon by none other than Clark Gracie, the grandson of Carlos Gracie, the Grand Master and founder of the world famous Gracie Jiu-Jitsu academy.

Some 15 Jiu-Jitsu enthusiasts of differing ages that spanned from under 10 years old to over 50, turned up for a seminar conducted by Clark Gracie last Sunday, at the Singapore Judo Federation. I was more awed by the vast age span of this group of Jiu-Jitsu students than I was with the different colour belts they had on their gi.

Noticing my inquisitive stare at the little girl warming up at a corner of the mat, Gracie told me that having to deal with this vast age span at the seminar was no different from the training environment he managed back home. He was particularly adamant that Jiu-Jitsu students who started their training as children should make it a priority to have fun with the sport. His advice to Jiu-Jitsu coaches training young children, was to always keep their students motivated by appealing to their sense of curiosity and play. Once the priority scales tipped towards the pressure to win, the training would become a chore and it might take the fun out of the sport. This advice was applicable even to adult students of Jiu-Jitsu. Gracie encouraged all Jiu-Jitsu students to allow their body and mind to explore the sport freely and look to increase their knowledge and education of the sport constantly.

As a child, Clark Gracie was asked, "Do u enjoy Jiu-Jitsu?" He had to think hard before answering the question because he came from a Jiu-Jitsu family. It was a "family business" and he was, as part of the family, very much a part of it since he was a child. However, he was brought up with the notion that only when he had fun with Jiu-Jitsu during training and embraced the sport with genuine passion, he could excel in the sport and the will to win would then come easily.

When asked if someone older would find age to be a barrier in his performance as a Jiu-Jitsu student, Gracie said that back home, he had personally known a student who had attained a black belt in Jiu-Jitsu at the age of 70. This student had started training in Jiu-Jitsu in his 50s. Gracie never believed in age barriers. To him, the only barrier that could possibly limit one from achieving his of her goals as a Jiu-Jitsu student, was ego.

Clark Gracie won me at that point. He was right on the button with the very mantra I led my Kickboxing training with - No Ego, No Barriers.

The photos accompanying this blog post were taken by David Ash, www.singaporemaven.com

About The Writer

The writer of this blog post is a Marketing and PR professional by trade and a psychic intuitive by accident who balances her corporate career with running a consultancy providing Tarot and Numerology readings. She is also passionate about Kickboxing and has no qualms landing a kick to readjust the jewels of anyone who lacks integrity. She enjoys supporting her husband and avid sports photographer, David Ash from www.singaporemaven.com on his trips around the world as he takes photos at sports events while she does the write-ups for the various sports media. This blog is affectionately named "The Crazy AngMo" as she is married to one, although she has not yet explained to THE Ang Mo that when translated, he has been labeled “the bloke with ginger hair”. Together, they create a home made up with more nuts than a fruitcake but filled with plenty of love.

Thursday, 17 July 2014

No Barriers, No Fear, No Ego - The Juggernaut Fight Club Way

Falling In Love With Kickboxing

If you have been following my blog, you would know that health and fitness ranked very high on my list of priorities. Many have told me that time constraints and conflicting priorities prevent them from doing more to get healthier and fitter. I felt otherwise. Having to juggle a very fast-paced life as a marketeer at a financial MNC, running a business in between, and managing the demands of family, were the very reasons I gave 200% to my health and fitness. I had to be fit and healthy enough to juggle these priorities as effectively as possible.

A big part of my fitness regime was kickboxing which I had fallen in love with when I was introduced to the sport a few months ago after my knee made full recovery post surgery.    I was so fuelled with passion for the sport that I even enrolled at a Muay Thai gym in Phuket to undergo training with a pro-fighter and Muay Thai coach in June this year. I have also lined up plans to go visit my Thai coach for intensive training sessions in Phuket every 2 months. Having survived my first training in Phuket, with nothing more than a bruised elbow and a sprained foot, I fell irretrievably in love with the sport enough to want to be better at it. I came back to Singapore with a conviction to lift my fitness level with a 5-day-a-week work-out routine that combined strength conditioning, cardio-fitness and kickboxing training, and I briefed my personal trainers to design a regime that focused on helping me become a better kickboxer.

Juggernaut Fight Club

David and I talked a lot about my interest in kickboxing and the support I needed to sustain my interest and better myself in the sport. He was naturally worried and his concern centered on the fact that I was older. I developed my interest in the sport at an age when most were careful about long term impact to their bodies. Having had numerous health issues and a knee surgery 2 years ago did not help my cause. So he called his contacts in the industry for whom he did a lot of sports photography work to get advice while I did my research to find out more about some of the specialized gyms in Singapore that offered functional training in kickboxing and Mixed Martial Arts (MMA). That was when I chanced upon Juggernaut Fight Club. If I had the courage to walk into a Muay Thai training regime in Phuket with my eyes opened, I was not going to allow the more intensive training and the younger, fitter folks who had pro-fight experience under their belts at Juggernaut Fight Club intimidate me.

Before signing up with Juggernaut Fight Club, I read the reviews on it and checked out their videos on YouTube. What was important for me, was that I picked a coach who was focused on my interest, my development and my safety. That was why I picked Arvind Lalwani. Okay, I could not lie but his instagram profile was reassuring too. It described him as “ Head coach at the best fight gym in Singapore…national wrestler, loves cake and produce fighters.” That won me over. I then contacted Arvind to prepare him for the heart attack of potentially having in his hands, a much older and crazy woman with a plastic knee who wanted to be trained to fight like Ronda Rousey in one year. I swore, when Arvind met me for the first time, my psychic mind saw a huge question mark in his head that read, “How did I end up with this fruitcake?” However, he was so reassuring and took the time to understand what my fitness goals were and what I had been doing so far to get there.

Arvind The Juggernaut

Through my research, I found out that Arvind was a highly decorated fighter. He was the first Singaporean to snag a gold medal in an international wrestling competition, and he competed in the Brazilian Jiu Jitsu (BJJ) as well as the MMA arenas. He fought professionally in 2010 in the Mettle games and had also headed the national boxing team. When he established Juggernaut Fight Club, he produced winning fighters who represented club and country at the One Fighting Championships (OneFC) and Pacific X-treme Combat (PXC). He was constantly training his fighters for competitions. As I wrote this, one of his fighters just returned from the OneFC fight in Taipei and more were getting trained for the upcoming Rebel Fighting Championship on 1 August.

His list of achievements was enough to make me sprint out of that door, the very first day I visited his gym. To make matters worse, when I glanced around the gym for the first time, I realized this was for real. It was a serious fighters’ gym. Training was in session then. The young blokes who were rolling around the floor, while throwing punches at each other, were all in “fight-prep” mode. I wanted to turn and run but Arvind’s frame was blocking the doorway.   A little voice of in-confidence within me crept up to whisper a disconcerting question, “What are you doing here, Jo? This place is not for you. You are old, unfit, soft and completely not suited for the sport. Go downstairs for a beer.”

I looked around for girls, hoping that maybe with another female nearby who looked equally like a deer in the headlights, I might have felt quite at home. However, everyone there at that time were blokes and the gym was not a regular gym with “pussy stationery bikes and half-assed cross- trainers”, it was a functional training gym focused on fight training and well-equipped with everything that a pro-fighter needed to get fight-ready.

After speaking to Arvind, I connected enough with him to understand his training style, and I caught a glimpse of his rapport with the guys he had been training at the gym. That was the rapport and trust I was looking for. And he said to me very firmly, "At Juggernaut, there are no Egos." So, I summoned the nerve to commit myself to serious kickboxing training at Juggernaut Fight Club and I have not looked back since.

Training with Arvind had been such a breath of fresh air. Every minute of it was about perfecting the technique, right from the start of getting me into the right fight stance. We went back to the basics of every kickboxing move in spite of the fact that I had been training for a few months prior. He made me re-learn everything ...his way. He explained each move with precision and stressed that the importance of getting the technique right was to prevent the potential of my getting injured while delivering a powerful blow. He was unrelenting. When I was near frustration or thoroughly exhausted in between drills, he continued to egg me on and challenged me to push past my pain barriers. He would not accept anything less than full commitment to a training session and he made it very clear that he was with me all the way no matter how difficult it got.

My Fitness Goals

"So what are my fitness goals?", Arvind and everyone who mattered asked me.

When I started out playing rugby in my younger days, everyone told me that a prop forward could never and should never attempt to score a try. I should stick to my role as a prop forward and clear the way for the back row to score that try.   I proved them wrong and I did score tries after all at tournaments.

When I came out of a knee surgery with everyone telling me that I would never be able to run again, I proved them wrong and completed my half marathon last year. When my knee made full recovery and everyone told me that I should just stick to doing safe exercises like swimming and basic gym work, I proved them wrong and picked up kickboxing.

When I picked up kickboxing, everyone told me I was crazy as I had a less than perfect knee, and I was too old and not fit or fast enough. I know for a fact that I am too old for amateur boxing competitions perhaps but I told Arvind that he had to get me into a ring one day, no matter what it took, even if it was just white collar boxing or exhibition fights. I wanted to prove to everyone that nobody should be limited by barriers, by fear or by ego. I am not afraid of pain, I am not afraid of taking hits from anyone, I am not afraid of falling and I am definitely not afraid of working hard towards my goals.

I felt the Universe had guided me into Juggernaut Fight Club, smacked me with a bit of a shock when I realized what I was in for, and then salved me with the assurance that Arvind was the man who was going to get me to my goal. I believed that I could not have picked a better coach. Arvind produced fighters. He ran a serious fight gym. Yet, he gave me his time and commitment, and he made me feel that I deserved to be a good kickboxer one day.   I truly respected Arvind for what he had done for the sport and was proud to have him as my coach. However, the biggest reason that I committed myself to Juggernaut Fight Club and his training was that like me, he had so much determination, a never-say-never attitude, and was always ready for a challenge no matter how big or small it was. If he could commit his time and effort to me as someone so new to the sport who was completely way past her prime, then I was committed to ensuring I gave 200% to my training with him.

I am a firm believer that in life, there are definitely NO BARRIERS.

I will leave you with an article I read that inspired me to follow my dreams and work towards my goal regardless of age, fitness level, injury and other limitations: http://news.distractify.com/people/17-important-life-lessons-that-martial-arts-will-teach-you/?v=1

You can find out more about Arvind Lalwani and Juggernaut Fight Club at http://juggernautfightclub.com/

The photos accompanying this blog post was taken by my very talented best friend, husband and sports photographer extraordinaire, David Ash. You can find out more about his photography work at www.singaporemaven.com

About The Writer

The writer of this blog post is a 44 year old mother of one, who spreads her time between her day job as a marketing professional at a financial institution, her hobby as a certified professional tarot reader and numerologist, her passion for kickboxing and her family which includes a 20 year old son and 3 dogs with personality disorders. She's married to a Scot who has been affectionately called "The Crazy AngMo" which when translated, has labeled him one with “ginger hair”. And you know what we all thought of gingers right? He thinks he is blonde, but in a certain light, I think he is more a ginger. Together, we create a home made up with more nuts than a fruitcake but filled with plenty of love.

I hate push-ups but I was told they were good for me.

Trying to avoid dislodging my coach's nipple.

My coach Arvind, and I. Today, he is in a good mood.

Training with that nuisance of a band on.

Making that elbow work harder

Saturday, 7 June 2014

My Kickboxing Training Experience In Phuket

Previously when I visited Phuket in Thailand, my trips were focused on traipsing up and down the row of touristy shops lined up in front of the beach. Almost always, we would shop ourselves silly by snagging ourselves some cheap Muay Thai shorts for Joel, a few singlets emblazoned with the logos of Thailand's famous beer brands, some counterfeit watches and perhaps a couple of counterfeit branded purses. Peppered in between the shopping, would be our visit to the bar for cheap beers while happily watching fat and balding men groping the local girls working at the bar and adjusting their toupees at the same time. We would also luxuriate at the $10 manicure and pedicure that threatened to cause fungus growing in my nail bed and we loved to tuck into the quintessential all day breakfast that we could get back home but strangely tasted better in Phuket.

I was tired of that sort of mundane trips doing mundane things. When we visited Phuket over the weekend, I wanted to make full use of my time in Phuket taking care of me. Having fallen in love with kickboxing in the last couple of months after training with a kickboxing coach here in Singapore, I decided to push my fitness a little by booking in some time at the Patong Stadium Gym to work with a professional Muay Thai coach who could help me get fitter as he improved my kickboxing techniques.

I made contact with Jen Cav from Patong Stadium Gym through email, arranging for my sessions there. Jen was a Muay Thai pro-fighter herself and she certainly looked fit. When I arrived at the gym, she was such a ball of sunshine and made me feel very welcomed at the gym, although I felt like a dorky, unfit, rotund sloth that did not fit in with the environment of buffed, fit-looking and fierce-looking blokes. I had to admit that I was quite intimidated when I saw this poor Irish bloke doing his pull-ups, while huffing and puffing in agony. She introduced me to my Muay Thai coach, Man. I looked him up and down as I remarked silently "Man? He was young enough to be my son! He was just a boy." I was quite wrong. Man was 24 years old, and he was a pro-fighter with 100 fights under his belt. He was one of the head coaches at Patong Stadium Gym, and had been in the Muay Thai circuit since he was a kid. He lived and breathed Muay Thai. It was his life.

Man was very professional when he coached me. He was very structured, to the point of insisting that I perfected the technique of elbowing my opponent before I could move on to the next move. I believed I practiced elbowing at least 100 times on day 1 of my training. I had bruises to show for it. He did the same with my kicks. I now have a swollen right foot, my badge of honour awarded for perfecting that kick. Knowing that I had a surgery in my left knee, he refused to have me practice my kicks on my left leg but I insisted on it to see if I had built enough strength in that leg. Even when I was satisfied that I felt okay kicking with my left leg, Man was so careful that he refused to push it any further. While he was very lenient with that leg, he was almost brutal with everything else. I have never done 100 sit-ups to cool down after a training session. For goodness sakes, I cooled down after a training session with a jug of beer when I was playing rugby! After my first training session, I could barely manage 30 sit-ups. He would not budge and held my feet down, locked in position so I had no where to run. However at the second training session, I was already aiming towards100 sit-ups with Man barking by my side. He also insisted that I do 10 push-ups with my gloves on after every 3-minute round followed by 20 sit-ups. Now, that was brutal. My chest and shoulders felt like death afterwards. I truly felt like I had been hit with a ton of bricks after each round.

I remembered in the morning of Day 2 of my training session, I wanted to call in sick but David egged me on, and told me not to give up on myself. So I gamely went for another session of "torture" even when my legs, my shoulders, and generally my entire body felt so stiff and sore. Although I trudged into the ring looking like a deflated balloon after wrapping my hands and putting on my gloves, the minute Man started his training session, I was jolted back to life with a bit more enthusiasm. He taught me more new moves, and told me that I performed much better than the day before. He said,"Now you hit with more fire!" That was so encouraging, especially when he joked that my footwork made me look like I was going shopping, just the day before. When I was doing some core exercises, he even said I had a strong core. Secretly, I whispered a word of gratitude to my personal trainers back home who were responsible for my core-conditioning amidst listening to my vulgarities.

I felt that although I had trained just 2 days with Man at Patong Stadium Gym, I had given 200% of myself during those training sessions. The 2 days felt like 20 days in fact. I learnt so much in those 2 days, especially about myself. I learnt that I could push my fitness threshold and that indeed, nothing could ever be impossible if I put my mind to it. Most importantly, I saw Muay Thai in a different light. Muay Thai was really not a sport that saw 2 opponents kicking the living daylights out of each other in a ring. Everything about Muay Thai was a spiritual experience. The sport demanded extreme discipline and determination. It taught respect of others and respect of self. The pre-fight ritual in itself was a spiritual experience. Every aspect of that training I had, right through to merely rolling back my handwraps after my training sessions, was a lesson in discipline and patience. I have so much respect for these Muay Thai boxers, and swore that the team at Patong Stadium Gym would never see the last of me. I would be planning more and longer visits ahead. Truly the bruises I got with every minute of my time spent with Man were worth it simply because they reminded me that determination, discipline, and playing within the set rules of engagement were key in ensuring that I did not get seriously hurt in the sport.

I am now ready to head back to Singapore, more refreshed, slightly bruised but with a greater appreciation for my personal trainers. This trip to Phuket and my training at Patong Stadium Gym has cemented my love for kickboxing so much that I am determined to never allow that wonky knee get in my way of my hopes to be better at the sport.

Good news, Jen and Man, when we landed back in Singapore, a phone call came for David with the heads up that he might be getting another assignment back in Phuket in August. So see you both in a couple of months. Maybe we will get to 150 sit-ups by then!

About The Writer:

The writer of this blog post is a 44 year old mother of one, who spreads her time between her day job as a marketing professional at a financial institution, her hobby as a certified professional tarot reader and numerologist, and her family which includes a 20 year old son and 3 dogs with personality disorders. She's married to a Scot who has been affectionately called "The Crazy AngMo" and prays that he does not find out that the term when translated, has labeled him as a "Ginger Head". Together, we create a home made up with more nuts than a fruitcake but filled with plenty of love. Her other blog detailing her passion for intuitive readings can be found at http://sungoddesstarot.blogspot.com

The Elbow - He Claimed This Was A Deadly Technique.
When I Did It, I Felt Like I Was Swatting A Fly

My Man And Me - I Loved My Coach For Being So Hard On Me

David Asked If I Was Attempting To Mount My Broom - Idiot!

I Hate Sit-ups - My Coach Insists On Them For Cool Down. Pure Madness

Icing My Poor Foot - Did A Hell Lot Of Kicking

My Bruised Elbow - It Was Worth It

Wednesday, 4 June 2014

Live A Little

I have never done anything on a whim. I certainly have never travelled on a whim. In fact, I disliked traveling. However, this was a year that saw a few pleasant surprises that ranged from my travelling to Sri Lanka without my usual thoroughly-planned itinerary, new friends that I had found from a most unlikely source who shared my love for esoteric pursuits, wider acceptance of my intuitive gifts by the very people who brushed it away as unfounded superstitions, new hobbies driven by my belief that the impossible can be possible, and I have not stopped counting. Doing things on a whim was one of them. I used to be a control freak. I planned everything from start to finish so that I would not get smacked in the face with any surprises. I disliked surprises. I learnt however to live a little.

A couple of weeks ago, David was invited to do some photography work for a Mixed Martial Arts (MMA) event in Phuket that was scheduled to happen this weekend. We waited for the organizers to nail down the event schedule and other details and finally, when these details were confirmed this evening via a phone call, we quickly booked flights and our accommodation for the trip. Until this week, I could never imagine applying for leave from work, booking flights and accommodation and hiring a boxing coach just 2 days before a trip. That was not my style but I was definitely loving the spontaneity.

It was only a 3-day trip but I was determined to make full use of my time there to push my fitness level a little further with a 2-day intensive kickboxing training and of course I wanted to enjoy my first MMA fight live. This was also the first time I had agreed to accompany David on one of his photography assignments overseas. Seeing him at work with his camera was always inspiring for me.

Several months ago, as David got more invitations to take photographs at sports events, I started to sit up to pay attention to his photography talent. I caught a glimpse of his passion within each photo and one particular photo of an MMA fight in action moved me. I was inspired enough to take up kickboxing as a sport and got even more motivated when I saw what it had been doing to improve my fitness and my confidence. All my worries about my never ever participating in a contact sport again after a knee surgery was unfounded. I enjoyed it so much that against the advice of David and my boxing coach, Dave, I was determined to make full use of my long weekend in Phuket by undergoing intensive training sessions with a kickboxing coach that I had found online. Okay, that was not too wise but I was determined to live a little and just have fun while getting fit. I was sure I was at least wise enough not to get my head kicked in.

While on the theme of spontaneity, I came across the website of a holistic healing centre located in Phuket that offered services like Pranic healing, Yoga, meditation and other alternative therapies. So I contacted the managers there to inform them that I was going to be there for the long weekend and would like to offer intuitive readings deploying multiple modalities of tarot, astrology and numerology, overlaid with my clairvoyant and clairsentient skills. I thought that was a brilliant idea! My readings could complement the healing work that this holistic centre was offering. David asked, "Why can't you just chill out by the pool and enjoy the weekend?" But I am chilling out, honey!

It would be a fabulous weekend of taking care of my fitness, taking care of new clients through my intuitive readings, and getting entertained at my first live MMA event.

Who knows what other excitement I might be inviting into my life?