One hard training practice after another made Damon's days in Thailand blur together.
When he got here he had planned to walk around the busy city streets, visit the well-known temples, and maybe even try some of the local treats he had heard so much about.
But as the weeks went by, he forgot about all of that.
The beautiful scenery and active culture outside the gym were just background noise for his unwavering drive to get better.
It was just him, sweating, hurting, and growing in this small, modest gym in the middle of nature.
He got up every morning before the sun rose, and even though his body hurt.
The humid air stuck to his skin as he ran through the misty paths.
Running was something Beth Kru Somchai and Wichan preached before training Muay Thai.
From there, it was grueling drills under Kru Wichan's watchful eye.
