Dan and I went to LA to visit my brother David and sister-in-law Kerry and my not-so-new niece (5 1/2 months, but new to me!) as well as see my mother and father for Mother's Day. It was good to get out of town, spend time with family and friends (and the cutest baby in the world!), and see some of the sun that we've been sorely lacking in Seattle this spring.
Little did I know that David would invite me to join him in his workout ritual - Krav Maga. According to the KM Association of America website, this is the official self defense system of the Israeli Defense Forces. While we didn't do any grappling, ground fighting, or hand to hand combat, it was quite a workout, consisting of jumping on irrigation boxes, doing squats with kettle bells, and beating the hell out of a heavy bag with fists and kicks. Though I felt the workout, I had no idea how sore I would be later, and am actually kind of surprised, considering I had worked out the 5 days beforehand consistently. Still, we didn't do a lot of stretching either before or afterwards, which is not good. I woke up Sunday only mildy crippled, but after a 2 1/2 hour plane flight, bee-lined it to the grocery store on the way home from the airport for some Epsom salts for a soak.
The bath was good, but not enough. Sadly, I woke up this morning with enough of an ache in both my lower back and quads to justify a morning off from Booty Camp. I feel mildly guilty, but again, it's about recovery. We don't want injury taking me out this early in the game.
Picture 1: Me @ Krav Maga before the workout. Note the grappling in the background.
Picture #2: After the workout, giving the thumbs up to our instructor, Mark. Thank goodness, he's sweating too!
Picture #3: A posed action shot - that's an 8lb kettleball I'm holding above my head. And yes, I'm gritting my teeth.
Picture #4: Sibling bonding.
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