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Hey, quick, tell me how you know when someone is completely bat-crap crazy.
My answer is probably slightly different:
You know when someone is bonkers when his idea of fun is to smash his shins into a heavy bag as hard as he possibly can for ten minutes straight.
By this standard, of course, "you might as well put me in a straitjacket and spoon-feed me pudding", because that is precisely what I was doing a few nights ago, just for s**ts and giggles.
Admittedly, there is a rather large difference between my round kicks, which I do mostly for practice to keep up with my striking, and the round kicks of an actual muay thai fighter. The real thing looks rather like this: