Today started off miraculously.
After sipping my matcha green tea with Mr. Musky, I wasted no time in heading upstairs, piling the hair into a ponytail, donning some warm, flexible clothing and headed outside. The rising sun provided the perfect backdrop for hues of orange, red, and yellow leaves just before they begin their descent. A crisp 45 degrees with very slight breezes met me on the sidewalk as I started off on a run-walk.
It goes like this: briskly walk for five minutes, then run for 30 seconds. Walk for 90 seconds, run for 30 seconds. Walk for 90 seconds, run for 30 seconds, and finish the whole shebang in 30 minutes. I started performing this feat (yes, it truly is a miraculous performance and an astonishing feat for those of us who loathe exercise) last Spring, and it’s finally something I can complete and am actually getting better at. I’m faster now. And stronger. Primarily, thanks to one unlikely element.
The Russian Kettlebell….