On a hot bike ride last summer, I stopped in a shady spot to catch my breath. My pounding heart needed a break before the part of the trail, a quarter mile of uphill. I dismounted and sat in the dry dirt for a few minutes.
Before long a runner appeared, coming slowly up the trail.
He had on a trucker hat.
His tee shirt was tucked in to his shorts.
And hanging from one hand was a black kettlebell. His torso leaned away from it. After 20 steps, he switched it to the other hand.
Who goes trail running with a kettlebell? I thought to myself.
“How heavy is that?” I asked when he got close enough.
“35 pounds” he panted, still running. “Really sucks.”
“The suck is part of it. That’s why we’re out here, right?”
“Amen… You ok?”
“Yeah, just tired. Keep up the good work.”
“You, too.”
He continued up the hill.
I snapped this with my phone before he turned the corner:
Hugh Spackman, MBA, MHA 