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    Lifting heavy

    January 20, 2019
    Lifting heavy

    They recommend practicing with a shoe. Or something very, very light. I started with my pink 5 lbs. Because Turkish get-ups are not for the faint of heart. They’re the real deal. 

    Even with those baby weights, I shook my way through them. I thought about it the night before when I knew I’d have to practice 10 in a row in my morning workout. They were that hard. 

    Then, slowly, trusting the process  (Don’t hurry. Don’t worry. Slow down. Calm down. Trust the process – thanks, MindPump), the reps became easier. Those girly dumbbells? They became a joke. 

    I was ready for the big league : bring those 552 Bowflex dumbbells on.

    When the delivery guy brought the boxes (yes, there were two), I thought there must have been a mistake. I had to double-check my order (maybe I had bought two instead of one?). The cartons were humongous, so big I could have comfortably sit in one of them. I had to figure out a whole strategy just to move them from the hall to the living room. Do I need to mention I live in an open space, and that the distance to cover is about 9 feet? Yes, they were that big. 

    In that moment, I have to admit I second-guessed myself. Why the heck did I get this? They’re certainly not cheap, but beyond that, why a little 5’4’’ girl like me had to get dumbbells bigger than her quads? 

    To grow stronger. That’s it. And in order to do so, I needed dumbbells that would challenge me out of my comfort zone. There’s only so much you can do with your own bodyweight (and lady-like dumbbells). 

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