You and me and a kettlebell makes three

Friday morning I bailed on a workout because I could FEEL that it was going to lead to an injury. Today, I approached that same workout, a little more than 48 hours after it sent me home weeping, bells dragging on the ground behind me as I slimed my way back home. Today was different. I arose at 0900, late for me on a Sunday but relatively early nonetheless. My thoughts were on a presentation/demonstration I was giving at a local health and fitness club which was intended to produce interest in a kettlebll workshop and class at their little gym (it did). At no point in my morning did I contemplate slaying that nasty beast which had taunted me since a sunny Friday afternoon just this past.

As the presentation drew to a close, I recognized a hunger that was familiar in its frequencey and ferocity: the appetite for destruction. All this talk about swings and get-ups to these Unswung individulas had me fiending for a rematch. So I went for it.

I came home to find the girlfriend and dog had fled for the afternoon. . .bonus! I quickly saddled up in Bad Guy black, grabbed my cold weather gear and I was off.

1318 hours.
General Wayne Elementary School
Malvern, Pennsylvania.

My vehicle inserted into the empty parking lot just as a middle aged man with good form ran northbound on the snow covered sidewalk less than 30 feet away. I'm sure his workout was tough, but the hellish blaze I was about to set in my own shorts was above and beyond. I removed the 53 pound sadist's sphere from it's crate in the rear of my vehicle. It gleamed high in the piercing midday sun. Though colder than a witch's tit there was not a cloud to be seen. Not much could be seen at all, I noticed, as I tread lightly towards the outline of the track. Friday's eve had brought us rain, then snow, then cold. Which means that no sunlight was gonna melt no snow so long as it didn't get above 28 degrees. And it hadn't. the entire track and field area was painted silver as a clear sky shone down on an acre of frosty mirror. This was going to be a fight.

I selected a nice batch of angry music for this excursion, and White Zombie blanketed my ears as I set the bell down, thudding as it did against the frozen tundra. "Welcome to Planet Motherf*#%r" was the name of the song, and no song had ever been more appropriate for any moment of my life. I was an unwanted life form on a patch of unwanted ice trying to slay a beast that had no business taking on enemies as unfit as I, yet I came out to play.

25 Snatches left and right with 24kg kettlebell followed by one lap (jogged it out) around a track (400m). repeat four times. Walked a bit after to shake the limbs out. Came home and ate fried chicken embryos. It was a good lift. I will be back next Sunday with a stopwatch to keep my time as I try to break this workout in under 16:00. I am sure there are harder comrades than I who may have smoked this lift in much slimmer times. I would like to meet such gentlemen. And for me 16:00 seemes like a place to start.

Cheers