In following through with my plan to check out Krav Maga Seattle, aka KMS, I got up early, ate a healthy breakfast in plenty of time to let it digest before I headed down to the gym. It was really easy to find, and there was plenty of free street parking. I walked in, was instantly greeted by Ally, who helped me get set up for my free week trial (this is usually $20, but there’s a special going on right now where the trial week of unlimited classes is free! Can ya say kismet??) and I took a seat and watched the final few minutes of Krav Maga 2 class, and holy friggin wow! That class was no joke! The amount of self defense, combat training, and technique going on amongst these amazing athletes blew my mind! I decided to just watch the Krav Maga level 1 class today, but was planning on taking the KMS Bag class, which I’ll get to soon.
So, Krav Maga Level 1….yeah, not for the faint of heart! The pre-workout, good gawd, I got sore just watching the class. And after about 10 minutes or so, they all partnered up and started working on punches. There was every kind of body type, fitness level, skill level, and intensity out there. The first timers to the class were well instructed and people were so willing to help them do things correctly. The veterans were friggin inspiring. One chick in particular, she had dreads and a black bandana and she was a beast! Her technique was impeccable, her focus was formidable and her intensity was inspirational! They moved on from punches, to working on knee strikes. They then worked on getting out of a hold if someone grabs you around the neck from the back and tries to choke you. I just loved everything I saw, and can’t wait to take my first level 1 class. Ally taught the class with help from a few other instructors, with the owners keeping watch and shouting out words of encouragement and inspiration throughout. Everyone gave 110% in that class, and it was a powerful thing to watch!
An hour after that I checked in, grabbed a pair of boxing gloves from the loaner bin, and headed to the mat for my first KMS Bag class. And Chau, one of the owners started us off. We all grabbed a jump rope and jumped for 5 minutes. That doesn’t seem like that long, but when you haven’t jumped rope since the 80s, yeah, it was so long!! I instantly realized how out of shape I am, but I fought through the pain. Fought through the burn. And lasted the full 5 mins. After that, we did some across the floor work, engaging our core, warming up the entire body. I felt slow, and weak, but I pushed through. Then, Ally took over the class and we strapped into our gloves and all grabbed a heavy bag. And that’s when the magic happened for me! Not only was my body already sweaty and exhausted, but it was invigorated and craving more! And this is what I was craving! I got to hit on the heavy bag!
Working in 2-3minute intervals on different punches, it felt so good to get back to working on a heavy bag. My body instantly remembered the form I need for accurate, effective punches. I heard my grandfather’s voice in my head telling me to center, engage my abs, use my hips, keep the punches at shoulder level, and exhale. And I did. And it felt great! All was well until we had to drop down and do sit-ups, and that quick change of level send the first wave of nausea and dizziness. Coming off of 65 days without sugar made it tough because my body was low on fuel! My pace may have been a lot slower than the rest of the class, but ya know what, I didn’t quit! I went at my pace, but I didn’t quit!
I got back up and pushed through. More dizziness came. More nausea. The coaches checked on me, I slowed my pace, but I didn’t quit. And somehow, at the end of class, I was able to complete a pyramid series of punches, roundhouse kicks, and splays and did so without puking all over the gym! It hurt. It burned. My brain and muscles were screaming for me to stop. But my heart was too far into it. My soul was too hell bent on finishing. I remembered that I have the word Forza, which means Strength in Italian, on my arm for a reason! I am stronger than I’ve been lately. I am one tough bitch when I want to be, and I was NOT going to give up! And when I finished, not only was I so proud of myself, but all the coaches gave me high fives and congratulations!
For the first time, in a long time, I felt so welcome somewhere new. It felt like I finally found a place I belong! And even though my heart was pounding out of my chest, I was breathing harder than I have in a long time, and my entire body was shaking, I felt such elation, I can’t even tell you!
I am going to finish out the free week, cuz why not, but I can tell you right now, I’m already a member of KMS. I am so stoked to workout at this place 5 days a week. And the best part, it’s friggin walking distance from my office! No excuses! This was meant to be on so many levels.
I got to my car, checked in with my best friend so he would know I survived. And then, I cried. I cried a release of tears I didn’t know I needed to cry. The release I got today from all the tension I have been carrying around for the past 6 years finally felt like it was letting go of me. The weight I’ve been carrying felt lighter. Yes, I’ve tried yoga. Yes, I’ve tried diets. But none of that gave me the endorphin rush, the fulfillment, and the sense of personal accomplishment that this KMS Bag class gave me today. Some people run. Some people yoga. Some people crossfit. Me? I like to hit stuff. I like to spend an hour with a heavy bag. I like to learn to defend myself while getting fit. I’ve found the place that is going to help me reach all my goals, both fitness wise and nutrition wise. How’s that, you might ask? Well, because they have a nutritionist there that I am going to work with to ensure I’m fueling and recovering properly for this level of pushing my body.
I more than found a breadcrumb today. I found a lost piece of myself that I’d forgotten about, and was so ecstatic to find.
Ciao for now,