KETTLEBELL KING

The mist of the mountain…

Enveloped him.

He was thinking. He was meditating. He was contemplating on the purpose of his training.

It started raining but he did not care. The KETTLEBELL KING was going to sit there until he understood. He would not move until he knew the purpose of his training.

He knew it was not competing as that is all ego. He did not train his BODY to show it off for the point of judgement and vanity. After much time wasted with this pursuit in the city…