I had to get a pair of balls...sorry, kettlebells. I'd got the black number, 16Kg cast iron bell but I wanted competition size. No point in getting 2 more 16s, no point in getting 12's (I wanted to progress). So I went for 2 20's...grey balls with handles. Another phonecall:
-Hello...your dumbell things came
-Great stuff
-The postman left them at the door again...they're bigger than last time.
So I got home and opened the boxes - sort of odd to have a cardboard box around a 20Kg bell - it won't hold it. "Jesus...how are you going to lift them?" The wise one was seeking knowledge. "Like this" says I as I threw one over my shoulder and grimaced above my head. Swaying like a tree in the wind remembering the Dark Side incident where you don't want to show that you're weak. Jesus...why did I go for 20's?
It isn't so bad now. I can use them individually and they sit there tantalizing me..."Lift me, lift me". But no. all in good time.
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