run this morning was rough; cramps all through my calves and ankles. then skipping to start the class again. i feel like i have some mild heat stroke from walking around looking for places to live yesterday, and so i try to take it as easy as possible today but that option really only goes so far. i experience the same waves of fatigue i did yesterday; second wind, third wind, fourth wind but the entire time a suggestion of nausea. haha. a whisper of nausea.

i sparred with a kid today who was long and lanky and had really good front kicks. i accidentally clipped him pretty good with a hook that made him turn his back and the trainer stopped the spar and declared us both winners. it's so fucking weird here.

i finished the class somewhere in a haze and head over to one of the many breakfast buffet places. they're all five or six dollars and have giant bowls of salad and fruit. the sausages are like mini hot dogs so, you know, laugh but don't consume.

i booked a room at a ridiculous resort for the next month for $800 and i move in on wednesday. it's decadent, definitely but fuck the haters as the old saying goes. i already can't fucking wait to abuse my pool privileges.

took a nap and felt pretty okay waking up so i went to do a private with one of the trainers and he had me working front push kicks into jumping double knees. needless to say it was fucking totally badass. at the end of the session when i was finally starting to get it (oron went from "nooooOOOOO !!" and "NOT beautiful !" to "aaaah ! tony jaaaaaa !") i felt like a million bucks and flattered (if not totally fooled) by oron's positivity. cooling down though, oh fuck. cramps and fatigue like holy oh brother. i've been here for 48 hours and i've done five classes.