Working My Xtreme Monkey Destroyed My Palm

My callouses are torn off and I’m lying on the basement floor covered in sweat. I’m in shorts, wool socks and steel-toed work shoes— don’t ask me why. It’s a terrible look.

This is what destroyed my palms

Kettlebells my friends. The strength training implement of the gods. Forged in the furnace of…probably some place in China with no environmental controls.

Swings, cleans, snatches, goblet squats, pistols, thrusters. Those are the erotic-ish sounding exercises that will form the core the new phase of fitness journey. I want you to understand how non-erotic they are when I do them. I can make hip thrusting truly vomit-inducing. It’s how I roll.

Stay tuned as I share the trials and tribulations of my solitary journey. A journey down a winding road where I know not what lies around the next bend. And that’s OK. As long as it isn’t a muffin top waiting for me. That would really piss me off.

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