Sunday, May 23, 2010

A mowed field is a recipe for disaster.

Anyone who swings kettlebells with me knows (or will know very soon) that when my lower field is mowed it means trouble. Every day the grass is short and dry is a good day for manmakers. Nobody wants that, not even me.

Today was good.

TGU 20kg, seven minutes.

Manmakers, 16kg, twelve minutes. Every rep felt perfect, I jogged at a speed outside of my comfort zone, I got bit by a horsefly around the three minute mark. Huge PR day for me, I feel great.

Now to go push mow for eight hours. Life is good.

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