Kettlebottles

Once again My Beloved was away to Herzliyya, I think we should move there, so this morning I decided that it would be good to get it on with the Kettlebells.


Having had only the largest Kettlebell transported from the UK I decided I would probably dislocate a shoulder should I try and workout with it, so I filled a 1.5l bottle with water and put the disk in the computer. I lunged and swung and lifted and kicked whilst trying not to sweat all over the shiny floor, even if one drop touched the floor the risk of scissor splits was too high, so I did my best to not flip my head and spray the living room.


Eventually the torture finished, and I was told to give myself a pat on the back, this done I was then rooted to the spot for fear of my seriously disturbed legs giving way and leaving me in a collapsed heap.


I put my Kettlebottle down and just stood at the breakfast bar until I thought it was safe to move. It took a while, but eventually I was able to go about my daily business fully confident that I wouldn't fall at the feet of a passing Israeli stranger, had I been in Turriff this would not have been an issue, there are no strangers in Turriff, plenty of strange folk but we love them all the same.........