Night of 1000 kicks

Wouldn't you know it. The first Phase III class I go to in ages, and Kruu decides it's the night of 1000 kicks. Usually, Phase III is really technical, or half technical, half sparring. But no!!! 1000 kicks tonight. On a busted foot. Yup. I don't think I'll be walking tomorrow. Hitting the bag seems to be okay, but hitting a Thai pad, my foot seems to hit at just the wrong angle, catch the edge of the pad, and sends sharp pains up and down my foot and leg. And of course, I'm not going to be called a wimp so don't opt out of the rounds. Since we were odd numbers, someone had to be out on the heavy bag alternate rounds anyway, so I managed to get 4 rounds out, which took away some of the torture. The last 2 rounds, I worked hands. However, pivoting for a right hand even hurts.

I think part of the problem are my new running shoes. I made the, seemingly, mistake of buying New Balance instead of the regular Asics or Saucony that I usually buy. These ones seem to make me suppinate as the pain on the outside of my right foot is being mimicked by the left one as well. I think it's time to swallow the cost of these shoes, put them deep in the closest, and head back to the Running Room and buy my regular shoes.

Oh, and we didn't come anywhere near 1000 kicks - closer to 500 given we didn't have enough time in the class.