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This morning was chilly. I wore - for the first time since I began this set of Wednesday morning adventures - a long sleeve t-shirt. I should have worn a hat. I’d guess mid-40s F°.

There are only three good ways I know of to feel warm in such conditions.

• Fire
• Whiskey
• Vigorous Exercise

We had neither fire-making equipment nor booze. Lucky for us we had a kettlebell. =)

5x

P1: 25x 16kg KB Swings

P2: light jogging in place

Switch. Repeat.

30/30

P1: 30/30 KB Push Press

• 30-sec KB Push Press + 30-sec Rest w/ KB locked-out overhead
• 4 rounds (4 minutes) total, switch hands each round, score is total reps
• Real rest may only be taken during work interval b/c it reduces one’s score

P2: 30/30 Squat

• 30-sec Squat + 30-sec Rest w/ thighs parallel to the ground
• 4 rounds (4 minutes) total, score is total reps
• Real rest may only be taken during work interval b/c it reduces one’s score

Switch. Repeat.

That 30/30 stuff is courtesy Mark Twight at Gym Jones. Wow. That sucks. A lot.

We’re definitely doing that again.

4x

20x (10x ea. arm) KB Triplet:

• 1-arm Clean & Press
• 1-arm Snatch
• 1-arm Swing, release, switch hands, catch

4x

16x (8x ea. arm) 16kg KB TGU

The fella with whom I was working - neighbor and favorite drinkin’ buddy - hates Turkish Get Ups. He understands they are good for him, but he still hates them. He asked my why I like them so much.

I learned yesterday that a guy with whom I went to high school died recently of some sort of heart failure. I never really knew the guy. It’s not really about him. He is/was a year younger than I am and he died. Everybody dies, I just want to make it more difficult for me to die. Whatever is going to kill me is going to have to work a lot harder to kill me than someone else. That’s why I do TGUs and C&Js and deadlifts (no pun intended) and sprints.

Those things make you strong and mean and less killable.

There was a day, not really so long ago, that I thought none of that applied to me. I was - by nature of being me - immortal. I’ve heard it said that one measure of a “grown up” is one who recognizes the inevitability of one’s own death and accepts it.

It’s kinda strange. Now that I have internalized my own mortality, I’m doing all that I can to make sure that when the time comes - whenever the Grim Reaper comes after me - he is going to have a rough go of things. I’m going to hit back.