I would like to take a moment to tell you, once again, how much I love climbing, and how much I love kettlebells. Feel free to stop reading now, because you’ve heard me say it before. Quite a few times.
I ended up doing a little self-experiment this week. Within three days, I went climbing three times (twice one day), and did two kettlebells workouts. One of my friends wanted to climb a few extra days this week, so I said “sure!” It all sounded fun, and it felt like a bit of a challenge.
A few rest days are now in order, but it was a lot of fun. And I was reminded, once again, how much I love climbing. And how much I love kettlebells.
There is nothing quite like the feeling of swinging a heavy bell. The movement is powerful, and it has to be. Otherwise it just doesn’t work. Awesome. I’m starting to really like heavier snatches as well (go ahead and laugh). Again, the movement has to be powerful, otherwise the bell won’t end up overhead. Makes me feel like superwoman.
Last night I walked into class exhausted from a stressful day at work, my body sore from two days of climbing and training. By the end I felt rejuvenated. And hungry.
As for the climbing? What’s not to love? I’ve gotten to a place again where I’m climbing with great partners, and challenging myself nearly every time I go. Climbing is physical, it’s mental, it’s social. It’s a puzzle. It’s a study in movement and in calming the mind. When I’m fortunate to get out on rock, it’s also beautiful.
I feel very fortunate that I’m able to include both of these things in my life. These are things that keep me strong and healthy, and things that make me happy.
Life is good. Cheers.