Part One:
I still get emotional when I talk to people about this past weekend. I have a hard time articulating what happened to me there. It changed me. I am different. Let me try to explain:
Abandoning all other training methods, last August/September, I gave myself entirely to kettlebells. I trained dutifully in my back yard, holding "Enter the Kettlebell" in one hand and kettlebell in the other. Trying like heck to figure out how to do the Turkish get-up. Giggling at Pavels sense of humor. Enjoying the photo of the Girevik with the curly golden hair and nothing but a fig leaf (page 103).
Something was missing, was I so undisciplined? No, I needed a KB trainer. Found Jordan Vezina in Palo Alto. He has a very enthusiastic following, is highly respected and completely endearing (the guy has superb dry wit, who couldn't like that?) Weeks and months pass, I get better, stronger and at times feel invincible.
I'm not invincible.
Day one I meet my teammates (Paul, Meg, Jake, Hazel, Alyssa, Mathew), my team leader (Mike) and two assistant leaders (Robert and Gayle). I don't know them, but I love them (yes, Doug the dog's line from the movie "UP") . Before the snatch test - "Hello my name is - I'm so nervous I could puke, what is yours?" 15 minutes later - "Great job! back slap, fist punch, a run for neosporin and bandaids. We were team Castro!
