Thanks to him, typing this little entry is proving to be quite hard work. For the uninformed (how many read this blog anyway?!) Kenneth is my 32kg 'bell. He currently resides in the garage, which has been swept and cleaned by the author. Kenneth was taken out for some exercise this evening, a little bit of "brutal minimalist fitness" to be precise. "Brutal minimalist fitness" really is just that, words cannot begin to explain the barbarity of this workout (when done without breaks that is). If it is completed within 12mins, you're pretty good. Under 10mins and you're pretty awesome. To do it under 10mins pretty much requires no breaks.
It basically goes:
50 swings
10 hindu squats
40 swings
20 hindu squats
all the way to
10 swings
50 hindu squats
The original plan was to hit 40 swings and do a shortened version (such is my self belief), as it happens when I got to fourty ther thought 'fuck it' cropped up and so I went for the full whammy.
Myself and Kenneth worked our way through this torturous process. I, myself, adopted a zombified, glazed look either at a small stone on the ground or occasionally towards the heavens to see if the angles had arrived. Kenneth maintained his cheeky grin, bastard. The pain one experiences in the forearms as torn up hands attempt to hold on to the 'bell is unreal. I'll leave you to find out the rest of the story.
Nine minutes and thirty-three seconds later, I take a shaky step towards my stop watch, almost falling over as I bend down to punch the timer. A quick glance at my heart rate watch reveals a high-190. I slowly stagger (even more zombified) over to the grass and collapse... Kenneth... bastard.
