Choose Strong
For Tim.
I had some liqor at supper and, one hour later,
felt like to exercise and went for the kettlebells.
For two years I have been spoiled by the cannon
ball with a handle. They are compact and
convenient and I can exercise in my bedroom and
almost anytime I want. No driving to the gym, no
fees, and no gears. After the first year, I have
been able to stay away from rookie mistakes and my
training has become very safe. The bells weigh
8kgs apart. Every size-jump has been the same
story: from unthinkable to tempting and from
possible to reality, through work.
One bell at a time, they have been so patient. The
16kg took about 8 months and the 24kg took 14. I
arrived at the 32kg in mid March. No need to rush
or fret because being able to train is itself such
a blessing. Painful experiences, e.g., shoulder
pains, foot pains, etc., send valuable messages
(think of diagnosis from a doctor or physical
therapist) and keep me focused all the time. The
tool is magical: it constantly challenges me with
something barely within my reach and allows me to
discover myself.
I felt the alcohol in my veins and my heart pumped
like crazy after each set of moves. During the
second Turkish Getup, my left arm wobbled
dangerously holding the weight overhead. This
hadn't happened for a long time and, lying down, I
almost droppped the bell. The warning from the
book crossed my mind: "Respect Your Kettlebell."
I pushed through the rest of the GetUps unscathed.
I just learnt how the liqor affected my stability,
quantitatively. I gave thanks and decided never to
drink and train again.
