Buns of steel. A ramrod straight back. Snappy, flexible hips. Legs that don’t quit. Powerful, mobile shoulders. And that’s just my six-year-old son.
Just kidding. He doesn’t really do kettlebell yet.
A kettlebell is a handheld gym. A big blob of iron with a handle. To be swung, pressed, snatched and swung again ad infinitum. Ad strengthum. Ad gluteus very maximus.
The answer to the question, ‘Why kettlebell?’ is right there up above. It’s as if almost every aspect of strength and conditioning has been crystallised into that big iron blob with a handle.
Don’t get me wrong. I know you can get strong and well-conditioned without a sniff of a kettlebell. There are many, many ways. It’s just that when time is tight, when gym memberships are costly, when those gyms are full of mirrors, posers, sweat and inappropriate music, a kettlebell workout does so much with so little.
I’ve been swinging and pressing and snatching that old Russian bell for well over a decade now. I’m going to write stuff about it that I hope will enthuse you. Make you want to stand in your back garden (or my back garden) with a singlet on and a kettlebell in your hand. Make you simply want to get stronger and fitter.