End of my first week

Holy Shit. That was hard. Real hard. Not like Times crossword hard. The other kind. I was fucked tired most of the week. My legs were like lead at the start of the week. This was replaced by fire by about Thursday. Training was pretty much like the first day, every day of the week. Have been grappling with bigger and bigger guys as the week went on. Got an absolutely lovely slam on a guy Friday morning though. He had me in the corner, came in with a flying knee for my chest, I side stepped, hooked under his leg and demonstrated a textbook body slam much to everyone's amusement. Including my own. But not his.
Got a handle on the fatigue by Friday, so decided to do two classes on the Saturday. Tim, the gym manager, suggested it. "Just go down do a few laps, and a few rounds of the bag", he said. Sounded easy enough but when I got there, every trainer kept grabbing me and taking me for a few rounds on their specialist area, and it ended up being the hardest training session of the week. Did a couple of laps (each lap is 1.2k), 3 rounds in the ring, which ended just before i collapsed. Then while I was waiting for a punchbag to hide behind for the afternoon, the boxing expert took me for three insane rounds of just hands. Then one of the junior trainers had me kick the bag 60 times as hard as possible on each leg. I was going so all-out that 40 kicks in, I thought my heart was gonna burst out of my chest. But unfortunately it didn't and I had to keep going.
Had a bit of a spar with an Irish lad at the end. All was going well until I hit him with an overhand right and sprained my thumb. Kissed myself better and called it a day. And a week.
So that was my first week of training. Managed to remain injury free, except for a blister on my foot and my sprained thumb so happy enough. Next week, I will be doing all the morning classes and half the night ones. This is because I am totally deadly.