Change

It's almost over now.

D29 dawns misty and damp.

A slow morning of trying to get all my joints to work through a full range of motion whilst attempting to train my clients.

My clients who want to train between Christmas and New Year, when most of the world is happy to over eat, over drink, and wait for the fictional tomorrow to get their shit back together.

My clients still train.

My friends still train.

I'm proud of you guys.

You're the real deal, every one of you. And you know who you are.

The War Memorial Park  is cloaked in mist as we arrive to train.

Dropping our Kettlebells onto the soft ground, we look around.

And see nothing.

As we start to train, the mist rolls in thicker, turns to fog, and soon it feels like we're the only people in the world.

Just us.

And the iron.

Always constant.

Today's Training:

a1) 30 x Swings x 32kg

a2) 10 x Double Swings (2 x 24kg) + 6 x See-saw Press (2 x 24kg)

a3) 30 x Swings x 32kg

a4) 10 x Double Swings (2 x 24kg) + 6 x Goblet Squat (24kg)

a5) 30 x Swings x 32kg

a6) 10 x Double Swings (2 x 24kg) + 6 x Halo (24kg)

Repeat 3 times. Minimal Rest.

Later...29 TGUs.

Of course.

And despite the pain, everything has become easier.

I've done nothing but TGUs for a month...

Yesterday and today my presses felt smooth and strong.

Today my squats felt smooth, easy, almost.

Everything has changed.

And is changing.

And ultimately, that's why we all came here.

General Out.