I am now a warrior. I intimidated, defeated and humiliated my designated 4 cubic meters of empty air through a combined strategy of heavy breathing, convincing elbows, deadly knee kicks, devastating mental trickery and intense eye contact. Do not attempt to put my skills to the test. I think I am busy that day anyway.
I also learned about the Art of Muay Thai, the work ethic of the trainers (though I am pretty sure I could have taken them) and I was even inspired to attend and subsequently shout myself hoarse at a local Muay Thai match afterwards.
At the end, the massage we had helped soothe my well earned muscles and pride, and put me in to a deep sleep where I dreamt that I was beating up Conor McGregor for being kind of a cocky jerk who think he just owns the place, doesn't he? Well, he doesn't! And then I woke up.