35lb KB swings
(x10, x15, x25, x50) 5x
Time: 21:34
I focused on going a little deeper in the swings tonight and really getting a good hip thrust on the push through. I feel it in my arse, for certain, but I also feel it a lot in my triceps and forearms tonight.
Tomorrow will be the official half-way point. I have contemplated, more than once, "taking a day off". I mean, at the end of the day, I have exactly zero people to answer to for doing this. I signed no contracts, I made no promises to anyone to keep this up and I know my boyfriend and daughter would still love me if I skipped a day. Wait...I did make a promise to someone, I did spiritually sign a contract and I have exactly one person to answer to at the end of each and every day - MYSELF. As I said before in a previous post, I'm tired of letting myself down.
This challenge is surely a physical one; it's a strenuous activity to repeatedly swing 35lbs through the air. Above that, however, this is a mental challenge. It's a challenge to build grit and tenacity and discipline and drive. This is an unpleasant task to accomplish. I know that for some people out there, exercise is a release and a joy. It's a chance to bond with like-minded people looking to drop a few pounds and get in shape for summer. It is that for me, in part, as well. Aside from the socializing aspect, I can get in line with all of that. But for me, as well as some other people I associate with, it's more than exercise. It's training, it's working out, it's lifting. And sometimes it friggin sucks ass. Moving large amounts of weight can be a daunting activity that strains every part of your body and pushes you to your physical limits. I've surely dropped the weight back on this challenge, but I increased the mental strain. To go down to the basement, day after fucking day and swing that goddamn bell makes me question my sanity. I thought I had lost 4 lbs, but it turns out it likes me and decided to find me again (more on that in another post - maybe). I've seen a slight tightening to my arms and butt and legs. Other than that, there have been no miraculous changes. Or has there? I have gone, I think, 12 days straight of working out. No rest days, no "days off", no excuses. I have forced myself to do this because I WILL NOT ALLOW MYSELF TO GIVE UP.
At the end of these 20 days I will be able to look back and say that I accomplished something that not a whole hell of a lot of people can do. I will be able to say that above making my body stronger, I've made my character stronger. No matter how wrong this kid is in a lot of ways, my character is nothing but right.
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