Be the fire only Marley could catch

This weekend was tough for we North easterners. It was raining. Men. Today's 0600 Kettlebell Class at the Summit in Chester Springs PA was three gentlemen. Last Saturday 1000 class was two men (the 0900 class saw a dozen folks getting their swing on). This evening, I followed up on an offer to perform a kettlebell demonstration at a martial arts studio in Coshohocken PA. Of the 17 who trained this eve 14 were men, young and old, from Grandpa kettle to Lil' Johnny Meddle. Unreal. I teach at fitness facilities and perform In-home Training. When the weather permits, and if you live in the Atlantic Northeast you know what I mean when I say "Who the hell knows what that means?", I teach at parks and empty fields. 85% of my clients are women. Through Brian Petty RKC I linked up with a local Emergency Response Team (tactical unit comprised of officers from a dozen local police departments in Chester County PA), and on to a local fire rescue company. Mostly dudes. But these last few days have been solid. I enjoy training a group of ages and sexes both various and sundry, but a crows of dudes brings back the feeling of training with other young Jarheads so many years ago. In 9 days I will have been discharged from my beloved Marine Corps for 5 years. Which means it will also be the 9Th full year following my entry in to USMC recruit training. After the RKC Sarah and I are flying to California, and as we saunter south to Baja California, we'll pass through my previous, and only permanent duty station, of Camp Pendleton.

Woah, that was a tangent. It's late and I'm listening to a sick, SICK Tool play list.
If you have the means, put on Lateralus, both album and song.

I have designed quite the grim looking snatch workout for next week's RKC weekend. it is NOT looking good for the participants. They'll just have to earn, as they always do.

Noches
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