Hi guys, I've recently started training in muay thai, finishing my forth lesson tonight, and have been going twice a week to beginner classes that teach you the basics of the sport. Im not really looking to compete or even spar at the moment but wanted to take up muay thai to improve both my fitness and self confidence. I've never been in a fight in my life, infact I dont think I've even taken a punch from anyone properly before starting these classes and I think that's another huge factor as to why I wanted to train in a sport like this. I want to test myself and see what I'm made of. My brother and dad are both your typical manly blokes who are down for a scrap and confident in themselves whereas I've always been the chilled out let's talk it out kind of guy which is why I guess I've never been in a situation where I've needed to defend myself, but at the same time I'd like to know I could if ever i needed to. (Sorry for all this personal stuff haha, just trying to paint the picture for you here) Anyway, as I mentioned at the start I've really been enjoying the classes and come home everytime feeling super confident and buzzed, just wishing I could do more. I even feel proud about the bruising on my elbows and shins, wearing them like trophies after an hour doing pad work, knowing I've worked myself hard. I've been going to these classes with my brother who is also a beginner to the sport, however tonight he couldnt make it. I was nervous to go on my own but I thought I've just got to do it, so I did, and got partnered up with someone who has been training in muay thai for about 2 years. Straight away I noticed the difference training with someone who was experienced as the intensity of the training was multiplied which was great and pushed me more than usual. However, as we were training trips, which I've never done before, he took me out a little faster than expected which resulted in me catching some serious air time and landing flat on my back, taking the breath right outta me. In all fairness my training partner was dead on, he sat me up and explained that I was winded and just told me to breathe. After a couple of horrendous minutes I got my breath back and continued to train for the next 30 minutes of the class but for some reason what happened tonight has just made me feel a bit weird. I love the sport and cant wait to get back on Thursday, I know it's a rough game and I know I'm gonna get hurt from time to time, but I dunno, I just feel a bit disheartened. I cant put it into words how I'm feeling and what my issue is which I guess is why I'm writing this post. I think really I'm just looking for any kind of advice to help me suck it up and move on and any other kind of advice that will help me on this journey. Also if anyone else has a similar story to me and how they mentally got past these hurdles would be great. Thanks!