Being the Little Guy

Being 5ft 1″ and 50kg, I am almost always the smallest person at the gym and up until quite recently, was the only girl at the gym for the majority of the time. This means that I am usually sparring with someone bigger than me. This is really great for me for a number of reasons and has helped me to improve tremendously. Master Toddy often says that he used to ‘baby’ me, choosing my sparring partners carefully, but that in the last year, he’s changed his style of training me to more of a ‘rough and tough’ approach, which he says has done wonders for me. I would definitely agree with that. It’s forced me to develop confidence, have no fear and stand strong under pressure. As a result, I now never feel scared or intimidated in sparring, no matter who I’m up against. Quite recently, I sparred with Ian, a gigantic ex-professional rugby player who weighs 115kg. He totally dwarfed me, but I wasn’t worried at all. In fact, it was a great session and we had a lot of fun. Of course, I am certainly not usually up against quite such gargantuan sparring partners. On this occasion, we were put together as a kind of experiment, to see how I would go against him and to see how controlled he could be. It worked brilliantly.

Some pictures of me sparring with some of the bigger guys (click to enlarge).

The size disparity between me and my sparring partners isn’t usually quite that big, although it is often significant. Training with a variety of people with different weights, sizes and skill levels is always beneficial and keeps my training dynamic. I’m not always training with giants, that would be silly. However, working with bigger and heavier training partners is helpful for preparing me for fights because I usually have to fight larger opponents. My last fight was one of the rare occasions where I was up against someone my size, and in comparison to the people I’m up against on a daily basis, she seemed like a snack. I enjoy this kind of training and I’m aware of how much it helps me to improve. That being said, if I’m constantly sparring with bigger people, it can sometimes become frustrating. This became apparent to me in one particular training session recently. I was having trouble reaching my opponent, their shins seemed to destroy mine and even in controlled sparring, the difference in weight behind everything that they threw was wearing me down. Clinching was another matter, where I seemed to be getting thrown to the canvas far too often, my head yanked down far more than I would have liked, and being generally over-powered. On any other day, I would have loved the challenge. It doesn’t usually bother me, but on this particular occasion, it did. I thought to myself ‘ugh, I would just like to spar or clinch with someone my own size for a change! I always have to be the little guy’. I’m not sure why I became so whiney in that moment. Perhaps it was a result of mental and physical exhaustion and built-up frustration. I’m certainly not unaccustomed to those moments, one of which I wrote about in a previous post: Crying – Training: It Happens.

Coincidentally, the following day, I was asked to spar with Nong Sky. Nong Sky is the smaller half of the father and son duo who arrived at our gym a few months ago. His father, Kru Cheep, is now one of our trainers. Sky is apparently 13 years old, although looks more like he’s 9. This kid is tiny. Working with him was a breath of fresh air. Everything flowed nicely and it made a really nice change to be working with someone smaller. Still, he was like a little rocket and was able to keep me on my toes with lots of head kicks. During that session, he was given some ‘tough love’ and a lot of things to work on by the trainers. The afternoon session involved more of the same and we sparred again for around an hour and a half. During the final round everyone else had stopped sparring and all eyes were on us. The trainers were laying into Nong Sky, constantly shouting instructions at him while cheering every time I threw something at him, with his father joking that he was better off cheering for me than for his son. With that, Nong Sky started to throw everything a lot harder and I could see that he was getting frustrated under the pressure that the trainers were piling onto him. I instantly recognised it, having been in that position countless times myself. Just before the end of the round, I saw his face change and his eyes start to well up, so backed off slightly and coasted for the last few seconds of the round. As it came to a close, he began to cry. The trainers then raised his hands while we all clapped for him, after which he ran off, presumably to take a moment to recuperate.

For a moment, I worried if I had gone too hard. My instant reaction was to feel guilty. I like to think that I spar very lightly in general and though that I had taken care to remain as light and controlled as possible with him. However, our perceptions of how hard we are hitting are not always true to reality, especially in comparison to our perception of how our opponents are hitting. Sylvie von Duuglas-Ittu wrote a very interesting post about this very topic. After reflecting on my experiences of being in Nong Sky’s position so many times before, I knew that it was most likely to be the general pressure, exhaustion and frustration that got to him, rather than how hard I may have been hitting him. As I’ve written before, I have cried numerous times in training, but never really because I was annoyed or upset at anyone but myself. It was very interesting for me to be on the other side of it, as that was something that I’d never experienced before. Witnessing someone else go through that very same thing gave me a better understanding of the whole process and why I experience the emotions that I do during those moments. More than anything, it was nice to see that it’s not just me who has those moments. The amount of feedback I received on my post about crying in training was extremely helpful, but seeing it happen in front of me was another thing entirely. In that post, I talked about how annoying my sparring partner was being but in hindsight, my interpretation may have been clouded by my own frustrations with myself or other external factors. I am known to experience slight bouts of ‘small person syndrome’ from time to time. I will probably think twice before I complain about any of my sparring partners in the future!

Some pictures of me and Nong Sky (click to enlarge). 

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5 thoughts on “Being the Little Guy

  1. Pingback: Being the Little Guy | Blog's of a universal mind

  2. I really enjoyed this post. I often think about Sylvie’s article now whenever I train. I think part of the reason that so many Thais are such great fighters must be because they start as children, and by nature have to start sparring often with opponents much larger than they are. Contrast this to most foreigners, who start when they are full-grown or nearly full-grown, hence may or may not have to spar with people far larger than they are.

    I loved the photos of you with the big men and little Nong Sky! You are so cool, Emma. I am happy to read more from you and it’s great to hear that you’re doing well. Let me know when you’re fighting again; maybe I can make it and cheer in your corner! I got a halfway-decent new camera so I can take some pics for you too!

    • Hi Linsey,

      Thanks for the comment. That definitely makes sense. I think that Thai fighters generally exercise a whole lot more control in sparring and fighting than we do because of that.

      I should be fighting again soon, I will let you know when I have one confirmed. It would be good to see you again!

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