Today's Special

I learned quite a bit from this trip to Denmark and the follow through in IllAdelph PA this month. I would like to share with you my workout and thoughts for today.

Press 20KG x 2 sets RL with 1:30 between.
20KG Renegade Rows x 3 sets of 5
20kg DBL FRSQT x 2 sets of 5
See Saw Press 20kg x 5 reps
32kg Swing x 20

It felt incredible to move through patterns again. In case you did not know, my entire life has been spent combating pain of all forms, and since the winter holiday last year I have badly sprained and ankle, blown my back out from ONE miscue during Joint Mobility, and been ejected from a mountain bike onto concrete, face-plant stylee, at 25MPH. So yeah, to see my Comrades RKCs in Europe, My Friends, who are my family, in PA, and have an amazing time, only to return to CA and begin training again, is a real reat for this boy. Anytime I have a thought I am going to throw it out there. Kia, Joe, Sarah, Dan Kane RKc, H-Town [Shade, Gutch, Squirrel] and my immediate bloodline, thank you for making this trip the tipping point. Follow the link in this post's title and get your learn on with a perspective touting lemon water for health.

W2 OUT

1600 Hours Training addendum: Placed yesterday's waxed bell inthe shade and got 37/37 with my 24kg first gen Dragon Door bell. A pleasenat tax to my grip as well as my heavy mettle.

Wax Ecstatic

Here it comes.

The scenario many [all] of us have endured is as follows, with slight deviations for chronology and character- *Tsnatching bells, whether a salt dog veteran or a boot swinger pup, your hands take a beating. the bell gets Irish on your hands. Few of us can recall a period between Dragon Door Ground Zero
and 2003 when bells were prone to rust but had a finish that wore down easily with the ballistic practice. Present day reality: Bells will shred your hands. Chalk only makes it worse, by aiding in removing moisture from your paw only to quicken the ripping process, and climber's resin lasts for a set of low-rep swings and then two pumps its' way out of the spot. I come to you with tales of lubrication, rejuvenation, dedication, and innovation. Rub a block of wax around the handles of your bells. No doubt, verily 'tis the friction of your hand meeting bell which can only be endured by a substance known for it's constant displacement and rebirth under heat. Pick up the phone, it's for you. What kind of wax? Ask Daniel M. Kane MD RKC 2007 Age 60, who seals his own jars of preserves with the compound at the posh royale estate 'Cilcilcote' in serene Devon, PA, abreast of his lovely wife Candice. He will tell you paraffin wax. This man came to train with me at age 50 something and was a certified RKC within 3+ years. The wax was his idea, and he maintains that when placed on the bell before any reps are performed, you will escape the wrath. If you are nursing your hands back to health [recent RKC attendees] you may benefit from the lesser degree of torture on your mitts, yet when the hands are 100% [rest is required], and you begin again you will know no other joy than Tsnatching kettlebells.
Kettlebellers are waay outside the box, this is said emphatically for the RKC, or, the Russian Kettlebell Community, should feel at home adopting a practice of young groms and hard dogs who wax their stick with Zoggs, or Sticky Bumps to stay glued to the board. This merry band of mammals with a pair of racked bells deserves the chance to rep out and rip into some sets without dogging a nervous system with extra weight. Save your hands now. Heal the wounds as you search for wax on the internet, just grab a puck and rub copiously along the handles curves and contours. Call me when you break 222 in the USSSST.

*Tsnatches, the Tsar of Kettlebell lifts.

Training addendum: 1045 Thursday 15 May, Hike 'Julie' in Caballero Canyon, Encino. Time up and down 56:02. Ate a green apple [way too fast, as I aim to chew my food to liquid these days], have been sipping water to respect the 92 degree cloudless day,and plan to wax on and perform my RKC Tsnatches in LT 30 minutes.

Cab Ride to K0BENH@VEN

Big day out part VI. Forget about parts I-V. Upon return to the states, I have yet to digest what actually happened in DK. For a block of nearly 96 hours, including travel, the rotation of the earth appeared to key off the kinetic sweat from the kizmet kids up in Farum, Denmark. A crowd of 60 strong like a parade of colors made their way through through an expertly planned and executed certification spanning 72 calendar hours, 23 of which composed the training schedule. 'Twas a sight to behold, such a unique sea of faces and presence [to the toothless American, at least] come in step towards a glorious goal that saw them crossing the line in the sand that they drew with their very own feet.
Day one in DK was a bath in a murky fountain channeling jet lag runoff and anxiety. I feared a day at loss for travel plans could break my moto*, it did not. T1 was born under a blue sky that wept light moisture around the meadows that ensconced the Farum Park Hotel Sports Konference Center. Super dope facility that will have you pumped to have come to train AND kick it in the zero hours for tasty chow, as well as in the post work atmosphere of "UGH", accomplishment, and excitement for the moment it actually crescendos. Beyond the hotel, the village of Slangeruup houses the sports training center, a big block of rock with a nice lunch area, multiple offices on several floors and a room to serve as the CP for the training evolution. Assistants weighed in personnel, and snatch tests were administered. Not all faces cleared their numbers, and brief moments of mathematical mayhem stalled us for a half-step, but when Uncle Rif rocked the mic for swings, we knew it would be alright. This trip had some serious personal implications for me, and in order to avoid a shot clock violation, i'll say this: Thank you [John Pavel Rif Doug Mark John E. Nicole Kevin KJ Darlene(!)].
On a professional note, this cert was also unique in that the training manual celebrated it's 17th edition, while Pavel implemented a rewritten schedule for the 734th time. 734 is also the number of swings TRif has done since you started reading this post. Without a single misfire, or a real hassle from any angle, this cert served as a preview for the next age in the RKC, marked by streamlined efficiency, a patrol pack full of enabling and remedial drills, and password so you may login to your muscle software. If you are on the fence for any reason at all about attending the RKC, be it GMT-6 or Greenwich +1, or the homespun version held four times a year in St. Paul, you should know that the face melting guitar solo is about to begin. The twin eagles on our crest will spew fire upon your gut and emblazon upon your human flesh the tension/relaxation ratiator armor plate repluzor raygun. There is no sharper edge than the blade we wield, and no message more pure than the verbs and maneuvers we pipe ours with.

Team Will, Congrats.
Class of May 2008,
Slainte.

Carry On,
W2

*motivation