I don’t even do flying dogs with kettlebells as a rule. Then along comes this.
I am humbled.
Trying to imagine the Olympic event.
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I don’t even do flying dogs with kettlebells as a rule. Then along comes this.
I am humbled.
Trying to imagine the Olympic event.
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Is she holding that the way I think she is? If so I’m actually rather impressed.
Yep. Click through to the article.
And Betty Dodson (and I) impressed my former gynecologist with a mere one-pound brushed stainless steel dumbbell, for the use.
I’m impressed that she could hold that pose long enough for the picture to be taken.
In high heels, yet.
You go, girl – most women can’t even hold their pee in during a good coughing spell. The heels probably hurt her more.
That totally creeps me out!
I guess you have to be a strength nut like me — or a fan of “The Ballad Of Eskimo Nell.”