Kettle Bells and the new year

Once more into the breach!

Got a pair of small kettlebells for Christmas! Yay!

Oh wait. That means I'm back on the bandwagon again. Oh, that means pain and soreness, guilt, being cognizant of what I'm stuffing into my face.

Why does it have to be that way?

Well, Self, if you must know, it is because you are a slacker. You've never had to work at anything to be good at it. You were lucky and cursed at the same time. The good lord gave you a heaping dollop of natural abilities and you screwed them away by never trying to excel at anything.

Well, bub, I've got news for you. You're 40 now. You can't keep up with the young fighters much longer like this. Hell, you probably won't be able to keep up with your Son for much more than another year before he can kick your ass at whatever he wants.

So. No more excuses, no more laziness. You want to live and have a great life with your Grand-kids and Great-Grandkids? You best stick with it. That's it. Nothing earthshaking, nothing spectacular, just regular small efforts every single damn day.

Surprise, that's all it has ever taken for peole to achieve great things. Small things done daily.

Huh.