Seven very tiny words, that individually mean nothing. But for m they hold more meaning that I could ever try and explain. For the past 2 years
they have been my own personal mantra, instilling inspiration, motivation and hope for me throughout my journey to increase my overall health.
Just seven words that to this day still amaze me.
The past few weeks have seen a slew of health problems arise for me: illness, sleep deprivation, stress, depression, overall exhaustion, digestive sadness, and breathing issues just to name a few… But they never caused me to stray from my goals and mission.
In the past two years I have actually managed to reduce my pant size by over 12 inches and while I remain happy with loss, I am always seeking ways to lose more.
Recently I decided to switch up the routine a little bit and starting working with a medicine ball (an intense workout to this day), and while it has been an amazing tool, it lacks the ability to isolate individual body parts (at least for me, if you know efficient methods of doing so, I congratulate you, and maybe we can discuss this together). So I made the decision to acquire a kettlebell.
Mind you, I am not looking for bulky muscle, but to tone and gain a certain leanness to my body.
Weighing in at only eight pounds, I was nervous that it would be too light for me to effectively use. I mean I have never been a power lifter of any sort, and I have never wanted to, but that doesn’t mean I do not have considerable strength (you can ask any of the members of Fisch Fail, INC about that).
Well my friends, I can say that today was the first day that I have actually used the kettlebell and all I can say is: fuck, what a workout!
Within ten minutes of starting today’s workout my heart rate was up, my muscles were well warmed, my lungs were fighting to draw more oxygen, and I was dripping sweat.
By far one of the most intense sessions I have had in a long time (which could be caused by the workout itself or the aforementioned string of recent health issues). After I was done, I could do nothing but sit on the floor soaked in sweat, gasping for air, and genuinely feeling good.
And that was when I realized something important. It is not often that I receive a full body workout of this caliber. Generally when I go to the gym, I focus on one thing specifically (cardio, fat burn, or weight lifting). And although I hit all major groups at the gym, I focus on one of them.
In this single workout, I was unable to focus on only one aspect. It truly was amazing.
And when the routine was nearing the end and my muscles were growing tense and tight with strain and I was growing too tired to continue on, I turned to music and listened to the one song that has yet to fail me:
I still find it amazing that seven simple words “One Small Step at a Time, Bro” could hold such as an important personal message on hope and inspiration.
What helps you achieve your goals when everything else has failed? Seriously, I (at the very least) want to know.
Well then, so much for the promise of “I will not be following the trend of making a more personal post… I’m just not that guy.” And to think, that promise lasted a mere ten hours… Well, shit happens.
- Killer kettlebell workout (theprlife.wordpress.com)
- medicine ball interval workout (pumpsandiron.com)
- Stressed Out? Get Some Sleep (8keystohealth.com)
- Sleep Deprivation Amps Up the Brain (scientificamerican.com)
- Back from the dead. (fischfail.wordpress.com)
- Beat that fucking horse, once again… (fischfail.wordpress.com)