Kettlebells & Edging: The Art of Holding Tension

I reach down with intention. Shoulders set, spine long.

Fingers wrap and palms grip.

My hips are ready to load.



Muscle memory and a desire to explode. But I wait.

I feel their weight before I make them move.

Their heaviness? An invitation.



I load each orb and fire my hips.

A movement so smooth. 

In one with the iron.



I guide them close as they arc upward.

Pure intuition and a smooth catch.



Bells rest against my flesh.

My core holds. My breath holds.

And then I reset. 



I repeat. But it’s not a release. 

(Not yet.)



A controlled descent before tension anew.

Each rep is a rhythm.

A sensual discipline. 



A ceremony of tension and breath.



In, and out.

In, and out.

Until it’s time to let go. 

Special thanks to Rhino Strength for playing coach @ camera man.