My Journey Begins

To say I am a sporadic blogger is being generous.  I went back to see the last few posts I had written and was appalled to see only five entries since 2010. Oops.  I also realized that three of those five posts are about kettlebell, and pretty sure they all sound the same to the general reader.  Then again, writing for me is therapy; it’s a way for me to remember the emotions of the day, the journey and the people I meet along the way, the hits I take, the triumphs I rejoice, the gifts of knowledge I receive and the difficult lessons I’ve learned, and then I put it on a document and decide whether or not to share it with you.  It’s pretty much all about me ;-).

Although I say I write for myself, I try to write with an air of respect and professionalism, knowing that any of my friends, family, colleagues, co-workers, supervisors, employers, haters or enemies (yes I have those) can/may/will read my posts.  I have had trolls attack me on my YouTube channel; I have been slandered by colleagues, and I have been bullied and harassed at various workplaces throughout my life.  I still don’t understand why. What did I do to those people to make them turn on me?  But, and I firmly believe this is 100% my mother’s influence on me, I have always taken the high road and not responded at their level.  Meaning I try my best to live a life of integrity, choose the right path, and let karma take care of the rest.  I can’t let negatives occupy my thoughts and actions as my energy is finite, and what I do have I prefer to spend on positive things during the 24 hours I have in each day. 

But I am human, and sometimes the negative “whys” keeps nagging at me.  This post will be more about the background of what I went through the year before my platform performance on February 23, 2014. Because really, it’s all documented if you really want to see it.  What you don’t see is the preparation, the angst, the self-doubt, and the emotional demons that often make me think I want to succeed in this sport because my training, my diet, my discipline, my motivation… these things I can control, and whatever I reap, no one will be able to take away from me.  For instance, forgetting to do up my suspenders. (Huh? Read my “The Fire's Out for Now...” blog post).

In the context of my personal kettlebell sport (GS) training, this was about dealing with many physical and mental setbacks during the past year since the first Cali Open.  After that meet I began a year-long battle with various skin ailments, from athlete’s foot leading to an “auto-eczematization ID reaction” (itchy, red hives on the palms of my hands), to finally being diagnosed with Atopic Dermatitis (eczema) nearly a year later.  I also have ugly, twisted hands and fingers, my knuckle joints gnarled from arthritis, and apart from the unpleasant aesthetic, weakening grip strength is something I have also had to deal with.  I lost at least four months of training, and while my physical training took a huge hit, my drive and motivation suffered even more.  It was never-ending… I would get a cut or split on one hand, wait a week for it to heal, then it would happen again in a different place.  I couldn’t even do GPP like pushups because I could not even position my hands to a place where the skin wouldn’t crack and split open.  Photos would horrify you.  So after bumbling through training and spending more time on the motorcycle than under the bells, I had (not surprisingly) mediocre lifting results.  But I went to these competitions not for the sport, but to really, take in the energy from fellow gireviks and hope to light that competitive fire once again.

(I was going to put pics of my hands here but they are so gross to look at I think some people might have thrown up)

Working 4-on, 4-off, 12-hour rotating shifts makes it hard to stick to a consistent training schedule, and add to that I teach fitness and KB classes, and learn and perform Polynesian dance.  It was often impossible to get to the gym where my GS bells were located for a solid training session, so I skipped or rescheduled many workouts.  Eventually, no thanks to a grouchy, power-hungry VP of my condo Strata Council, I was no longer permitted to store my training equipment beside my truck in my secure underground parking – something I’ve done for oh, at least six or seven years. I had nowhere else to put it all, so now my balcony houses much of my heavy training equipment and I had to renovate my den/office/solarium and turn it into a Kettle Cave. I’m actually quite proud of my one-person training room, but being a creature of ritualistic habit when it comes to preparation for my GS training, it took me a while before I got into a semi-comfortable groove.  I am especially annoyed that I cannot be as liberal with the chalk as I was before when I was at the gym, lest I get it everywhere in my living room and kitchen, both adjacent to the Kettle Cave.

If I felt isolated before, training GS by myself at the gym, it was ten times harder now because I didn’t have the energy from other gym patrons (or entertainment from some of the “SMH” things we see from their, ahem, “interpretations” of exercise technique).  There are very few people in Canada that train and compete in GS, let alone in BC, or Vancouver.  That’s where video and social media help immensely.  By being able to connect long-distance with my coaches (Tom and Misha are based in Seattle, WA) and network with fellow lifters throughout the WORLD, I maintain a sense of belonging to a community. 

The encouragement – whether through training posts, silly thoughts, funny stories, witty insults, heartbreaking failures or fist-pump victories – keeps us going. We share the madness.  We sympathize over having to cut weight and we trade strategies on how to do so.  We torture each other with photos of delicious food and treats for Stage 5 debauchery, and we gross each other out by posting photos of types of singlets the boys should consider wearing on the platform.  We welcome new lifters and help them navigate through this crazy sport.  We debate the politics of it all, but realize that more politics means the sport is growing, so we tolerate it. 

We also try to learn as much Russian as possible.  Because, hey, Horror Show!  And the amount of insider jokes, sub-groups, and even imaginary networks (C-book, hahaha!) we create to maintain the camaraderie… well, it just makes me all fuzzy inside.  But at the end of the day, we gotta do the thing we are training for and lift.  So we get together in person at competitions and cheer the hell out of each other, and everybody else.  Because at a kettlebell event, you have only friends, or friends you haven’t met yet. Maybe that’s cliché, but it’s completely true (which I suppose is why it’s cliché). 

Dolby's House Party Crew!
The best roommates travelling gireviks could possibly
ask for.  Love you guys!!  DAAADD!! Are we there yet?

I also want to mention the generosity of the kettlebell community.  This is a cash-poor sport and what sponsorships exist are usually in-kind or for continued education and training.  Athletes don’t choose kettlebell sport for the lucrative deals; kettlebell sport chooses them!  And then it becomes all-consuming.  My dream of competing at a World Championship in the motherland of Russia anytime soon will be a distant one as an individual, unsponsored athlete. Perhaps one day it will come true.  But my dream aside, altruism is at its best amongst gireviks.  From Jason Dolby’s One-Hour Long-Cycle for Charity event (with a different recipient every year) to Christina Danos’ Kettlebells 4 Autism; from small kickstarter campaigns to help offset costs of promising new gireviks coming to a far-away competition to prove their mettle, to simply letting a ragtag bunch of non-locals crash at your house to save on hotel costs… kettlebell people are by far the biggest-hearted group of athletes I have ever met.  Even decorated World Champions are generous with their time, knowledge, and appreciation of us common athletes.  They are so genuine, warm, with nary a snotty attitude in the bunch.

My appreciation doesn’t even take into account the multitudes of thoughtful gestures each day I witnessed amongst us. It’s also the norm that no one thinks it’s a big deal.  But I want to put it on the record that I noticed, whether it was buying a coffee or doughnut for one person or a group, I am so proud to call you my friends, and want to thank all gireviks for being such great ambassadors for the sport.  On a personal note, I also want to express gratitude to Johnny “Danger” Harshman who noticed that I did not book a one-on-one training session with any of the World Champions.  Although I knew it was an incredible opportunity, I had to be fiscally responsible given the upcoming events on my calendar for which I had to maintain a realistic budget. In other words, I couldn’t afford it.  Well Johnny Danger, while still allowing me to have some dignity, offered to give me his session with the great Serguei Merkulin. He said he’d already trained with another the day before… he said he really didn’t feel like training that morning… and he said that I would really benefit from the session and he wanted me to take it.  My first instinct was refusal, because in general I don’t like BEING the charity case… but I knew Danger, he has a heart of gold, and knew he was absolutely sincere in his offer to me.  I graciously accepted and was able to glean an amazing amount of information and knowledge from “Merk”, who coincidentally was the crazy Russian coach who decided to scream and pantomime coaching tips to me during the last few minutes of my MS performance days earlier during the competition.  Harshman, I am completely honoured and so very thankful to have had that opportunity… Thank you. Sniff. 

Coach Merkulin... Mad respect for this man!!

So I guess I should say a few words about my actual competition performance.  I’ll keep it digestible, as much as I can.

My Event: One Arm Long Cycle (Clean & Jerk)

Time: 10 minutes, one hand switch

Kettlebell Size: 20kg

Bodyweight Class: <63kg p="">

My Goal: Master of Sport Rank

Required reps for MS Rank: 100 (10rpm)

The secret number of desired reps I wanted but dared not tell my coach: 110 (11rpm)

My Flight, with Serguei Rachinshkiy judging me, Serguei Merkulin and Denis Vasilev coaching me from the audience, and OKC President JOhn Wild Buckley overlooking it all.

Although I wrestle with insecurity and self-doubt during training, I possess a remarkable ability to perform under pressure.  I thrive from it.  Sometimes I’ll put even more pressure on myself by saying thing like, “Look at how much time, money, vacation, energy, and sacrifice you have put into this!  Don’t fuck it up!”  Other times I’ll be blasé with myself… “Eh. You got this. You hit nearly these numbers in training, with a minute to spare.  Now you are going to do it for real in front of a bunch of people, and they have cameras. Don’t do the kettle-face.” 

Not quite kettle-face, but the"thousand-yard stare"
is something most  gireviks can relate to.

But the reality is, I love the energy from the competition atmosphere.  It’s a crazy cacophony of people and noise, and the cheering is electric.  So when it was time for my flight and I walked onto Platform 1, I was excited, maybe a bit nervous, but not terribly so.  It also helped that I didn’t widely advertise the fact that I was going for an MS Rank attempt, and that I was just another affable and friendly Canadian aboot to do some kettlebelling.  It was nice I didn’t have this burden of accountability weighing down on me.  I was sad that half of my coaching team (Tom Corrigan) wasn’t able to make it, but the other half, Misha Marshak, took care of me and made sure I was completely prepped, right down to chalking my bell and having it ready for the platform.

I got this. I hope. 

Serguei Rachinskiy, aka Honoured Master of Sport, Honoured Coach of Russia, Master of Sport International Class, 9-time World Champion, 12-time Champion of Russia, was my judge.  If any of you read my “Five More Reps” blog post, he is coach that said “Horror Show” to my technique, leaving me with both scars to my ego and the funniest KB-mangled-Russian-translation story ever to be re-told. Rachinskiy is The Ultimate Girevik, the epitome of professional judge, and I knew he would make me earn each rep.  I was very happy to get zero no-counts from him as I really paid attention to form and fixation.

My set went well. I didn’t get The Claw as I have in previous competitions, which was a huge relief.  I did, however, make a rookie mistake by trying something in competition that I hadn’t tried in practice: lifting with a brand-new belt.  I purchased a beautiful new professional Russian kettlebell lifting belt, and I did a few lifts with it the day before.  It felt good, so I decided to use it.  However, it was not broken in, and during the last 3 minutes of my set, it started to ride up my torso and twist with each movement.  I tried not to overthink this, because if I lost focus, I would drop the bell or slow my pace.  I ended up having to rack on TOP of the belt, which is about when I noticed that Denis Vasilev and Serguei Merkulin were both cheering and coaching me from the audience.  WHAT AN HONOUR!!!  Denis was motioning for me to push my belt down, and Merkulin was making grand charade-like gestures in order for me to tweak my waning technique to make the last 2 minutes of my set more efficient.  Ahhhh…. BACKSWING!!!   Ohhhhh… bigger undersquat!!  I get it! Yes, look, he’s nodding and smiling, and making universal “Good!” gestures to me!!  This is incredible!  Spasibo!!!

I had no idea what was happening on the other platforms.  I just realized there were a helluva lot of people in the crowd and they are all cheering… It doesn’t matter for whom, although I can vaguely hear my name and CANADA being screamed here and there.  Throughout it all, the distractions, the coaching, the cheering… I have been paying close attention to the clock, my reps, and, well, trying not to lose my shit and just keep cool.  After I got the “Uh oh, my belt’s riding up” thing under control, I knew I had about 20 more reps to go before I hit the Magic 100.   Then 10. Then 5.  As I got closer, I said to myself, “Don’t get excited!  You’re not there yet!  You could still lose it all if you drop the bell!  Hold it together!”

 

So I did.  96.

97.

98.

99.

100.

Yes, I did, I raised my arms in a cheesy victory stance because I knew I had hit my number, and I could hear the cheering get louder, presumably because they knew I hit my number too.  Whoo hoo!  But I still had time and energy to spare, so I kept going.  Even though it would be tough to hit my secret-desired number of 110 reps, I wasn’t about to stop just because I met my lower goal. 

101.  102.        103.                 104.                                    105….

Ugh…

106!

The last few reps were ugly but solid.  Actually, the reps were good, it was my face that was ugly.  Yes, the dreaded kettle-face when you hope someone doesn’t take a picture at THAT EXACT MOMENT and post it all over Facebook.  Hahaha! 

I did the very undignified thing and collapsed on the platform, and wiped my face from all the sweat while Misha came in to pick me up like I was a toddler who had just face-planted after running too fast for my own good.  My moment of glory!  Oh dear… then people came to hug me, RACHINSKIY too, and I staggered off the platform area.  Merkulin congratulated me, but told me next time don’t crawl off the platfom.  I still hang my head in shame at the thought of it, ahhh, so sorry!!

Well, I did it.  Master of Sport.  Honestly, what this means to me, much like a black belt in judo or ju-jitsu, is that I have mastered the basics enough to really start learning in earnest. 

So as I reflect upon that day, that moment of triumph, and I see that beautiful gold OKC medal, it serves as a reminder that my GS journey has only really just begun.

XXX

My Cali Kettle

“Holy shit, am I actually up here, competing with a 24kg bell?”

That’s what I was thinking, as the seconds ticked down to the start of my Long Cycle (Clean & Jerk) set at the OKC California Open Kettlebell Competition.  Now, a Girevoy Sport (GS) competition event is 10 minutes long, but I knew I would be lucky to last 8 minutes, if everything went well.  So far in training, alone at the YWCA, I had done 3 minutes per arm, at 8rpm, for a total of 48 reps. But unlike in training, there are a whole bunch of things you don’t get exposed to in the comforts of your gym, where you get to choose the time of day, the music, take control of your atmosphere, maybe count a rep or two that would have most likely been no-counted.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have done that 5 minute snatch event beforehand.  I thought I’d have enough time to recover, and I ONLY used the 12kg bell, hahaha… uh oh, I hope I didn’t just screw my grip for the LC Main Event. Well, here goes!”

I was on the fence on whether or not to even do this comp.  I wasn’t nearly ready to do any kind of serious numbers with the 24, since I had just started training with it less than two months prior.  And I hadn’t been training snatch at all.  Plus the whole thing would be an extra expense, I’d have to book days off or take vacation time, blah blah blah.  I was making excuses why I COULDN’T go.  Then 2 things happened. 

I had a FB chat with John Wild Buckley, and amongst the silly banter we always have, when I told him I was thinking about going to their comp, he exclaimed, “oh my god we need you!”  At face value, it was simply a dramatic statement of encouragement, to get me to tip the scales in favour of going.  But it struck something within me, because even though I only see my Chu-Hus (don’t ask) only a few times a year, I need them too.  I need everything there is about the world of competitive Kettlebell Sport… but more about that later.

“Tracy Reifkind is going :))”

Mark Reifkind posted this simple statement on the OKC Event Page, and FB had a mini-explosion.  This was the second thing that solidified my decision to go. I assisted Mark in 2008 at the RKC in LA, but I had never actually met Mark’s wife Tracy. And these two legends of the Hardstyle KB world were coming to a GS event?  Sold!  I’ve always been big on collaboration and unity, but after 8 years seeing the KB industry grow, change, split, and rollercoaster up and down with various certifications, organizations, competitions, and products, it was about time we started to all work together.  And Tracy Reifkind might just be that person to initiate the global crossover.  I would look forward to lifting alongside a fellow Hardstyler (my KB roots were planted in the RKC), in an event dear to our hearts: the 5 Minute Snatch.

“12 or 16??  20 or 24??”  5 Min Snatch? Biathlon? Long Cycle?”

I know from previous experience that by attempting 2 events in one competition, something’s going to suffer.  But since this was an “early-in-the-year” comp, after consulting with my coaches Tom Corrigan and Misha Marshak, I decided on the 12kg bell for the 5 Min Snatch, and the 24kg bell for the Long Cycle.  This way, I wouldn’t destroy my grip for either event.  I had to set my ego aside and NOT do the 5min snatch with the 16kg, as is the standard for one of the RKC tests for female instructor candidates. 

But this competition was not about ego, it was about motivation, camaraderie, and friendship amongst colleagues and competitors.  There was no place for divas or douchebags at the OKC.  I have to admit, as a coach and trainer of already-motivated clients who look to me to inspire them to do their best, it’s HARD to self-motivate to a competition level when you are training alone.  So I seek every opportunity I can to soak up the positive energy and inspiration from every person I can at these meets – from the tireless crew at Orange Kettlebell Club and the Chu-Tang Clan, to World Champion Denis Vasiliev (he’s a world champion in kettlebell sport, but he could also get the title for nicest guy), from elite lifters to the nervous novice, from WKC, IKFF, IKSFA, USAKL, etc…  And then there was Mark and Tracy. 

I was really looking forward to meeting Tracy, and seeing Mark again.  As KB lifters, they are knowledgeable, accomplished, and respected.  And they were also of the “other” style… Hardstyle, which is very different than Girevoy Sport (Competition) style!  Having come from the RKC myself, and still teaching my own KB classes primarily in Hardstyle, I know just how different it would be for Tracy, especially since she has never competed in ANY sport before.  I also wanted to make sure she was overloaded with the GS friendliness and camaraderie that has become one of the primary reasons I travel to train and compete with other athletes – because we are all a family.  That’s what it’s all “aboot”, right ;-)?

I can’t emphasize enough how incredibly awesome the OKC is.  John Wild Buckley, Nazo, Jason Dolby, Juliet Lederle… these guys worked tirelessly to make this meet happen.  And even though they are too humble to state the impact they have had on GS sport in North America, I’ll give them a little shout out.  THE SPORT WOULD NOT BE THE SAME WITHOUT YOU GUYS!  Thank you for everything you do to bring people together to grow this sport!  Thank you for being honest ambassadors and promoting GS with integrity!  I am proud to be a part of CHU!!  You are bringing people together, you are raising money for incredible causes (everyone should attend or support the One-Hour Long Cycle, held every year in October, on JD’s birthday), and you are constantly pushing the boundaries of greatness!

I was only a bit sad that my coaches Tom and Misha weren’t able to be there.  Also, Coach Sergey Rudnev – during my first workshop on GS, the impact of his words to me after a brutal snatch drill (see “Five More Reps” in my Oct 2010 blog) have not diminished one bit.  My entire GS experience as a coach and athlete has been because of their patience and influence, making me trust in their training and programs, listening to the voice of reason when they tell me to back it off.  Well, I try my best on the last one, but I listen most of the time...  Thank you, Coaches Tom Corrigan, Misha Marshak, and Sergey Rudnev.  I am honoured to be your student.

“Squirrel!”

You may notice I have gone off on tangents with this blog.  I get distracted easily.  In fact, I watched “one” hula video sent to me by one of my hula dance sisters… well, there went another hour, lost in the land of YouTube!  Sigh!  I told T-Rif that I would post my blog soon, but that I had so much to say… it seems such an overwhelming task, especially to coordinate all the photos I took, after I returned home!  But she said, just start writing… so I did.  So forgive any journalistic errors… at least there are words to read!

Back to the platform.  The 5 Minute Snatch. 

 

I was really, really, really hoping this event would come at the end of the day, so I could do the Long Cycle fresh.  But wouldn’t ya know it, it’s not all about me… hmmppff!  I was up on flight #2, and then #9, of 18 flights.  So I played it safe, and stayed with the 12kg as planned.  It would be a good way to warm up for LC and save my grip, for the most part.  But really, I was taking in the electricity and excitement of it all – the big, spacious gym, the sounds of bells clinking, the chalk dust wafting, and the buzz of competitors and spectators readying for the next flight.  And guess who was beside me? T-Rif!!  The cheering from the spectators and coaches was so energizing; don’t ever underestimate the power you have as the audience to influence an athlete’s set to go from good to great! I was actually able to enjoy this event and just… lift.  There was no pressure of having to rank with a certain amount of reps; there was no sponsorship deal on the line.  What a relief!

This feels like cheating, hahahahhahahaa…..

I can’t remember the last time I trained with a single 12kg bell.  I actually don’t remember the last time I specifically trained for snatch.  So when the timer started I just did… whatever.  Maybe that sounds bad, or lazy, but I’ve been so preoccupied with the 24 for LC I hadn’t even had a chance to do a test set with the 12kg snatch at all.  So, no game plan, no pace, Just Do It.  My form was pretty sloppy, mostly GS, with too much lateral movement, but the last 10 reps I did pure Hardstyle, why not?  I got 130 reps, T-Rif beside me got 121 with the 16kg bell (Oh YEAH!!!) and it was so easy it felt like cheating.  A good set it was!

Seven flights later, after watching, cheering, chatting, meeting people, networking, eating, staying hydrated, warming up, and pacing around the gym, it was time to get back on the platform.  I was actually feeling the pressure now, because working with the 24 was just something that I was just getting used to.  Even though none of my coaches were there, my KB family took care of me.  THANK YOU Juliet for chalking my bell for me… it was perfect! 

That 24kg bell made me earn every. single. rep.  It was unforgiving.  I had a simple plan going in… try to stay focused, and aim for 7-8 rpm for 4 min/side.  I knew the breathing patterns. My technique, while far from perfect, was not (the real) Horror Show.  And I do well under pressure.  My judge was BJ Bliffert, and I knew he’d be fair, not give me a rep I didn’t deserve. 

During minute two, left hand, something went weird and I no-counted a rep.  That horrible moment when you don’t feel the connection between body and bell, and the judge stays silent instead of making the count… I allowed it to distract me.  I lost focus… oh, I had the strength, I had my technique, but without the mental focus, things could go not-so-well.  I started thinking, “Oh shit.  NOW how am I going to make up that rep?  I can’t speed up… I can’t slow the clock… I have to…”  I didn’t know.  So I kept plugging away, but I knew that threw me off and I would be lucky to match the numbers I had hit in training.

Gawd, is it three minutes already?  I’m so far behind, and I have a minute before I have to switch!  C’mon!!  Tick, tick, tick… Let’s do this!  Ah… urk…. Oh shit. The Claw.  Whups, DON’T DROP IT!!  SWITCH!!!

Ahhhh, The Claw.  Another horrible moment that many KB athletes can relate to.  It’s when the fingers of your working hand seize in a flexed position around the bell handle, and you cannot loosen them, nor tighten your grip.  It happened at the end of my set at Nationals, and it was happening now in Cali.  But I caught myself before I dropped the bell, and switched hands.  I hadn’t hit the four-minute mark yet, but my left side was done.  Onwards with the right! 

I heard my name.  I could hear people cheering and shouting words of encouragement.  Dolby? JWB? Elf? Nic?  For sure I heard Mark & Tracy Rif; they were right in front of me.  Come on, T, remember the basics!  Breathe!  Make sure BJ sees the fixation! Don’t lose another rep!  Keep going until you can’t go anymore… one rep at a time!

Aaaannnnd… hello, Claw.  The frustrating thing was, I had the cardio and strength to continue, but my grip was another story.  And when I can’t control the bell’s path from the dump to the rack during the clean, the subsequent jerk is not going to be properly aligned and lead to an uuuugggllllyyy finish.  But I had no choice, so I went as far as my gnarly hands would allow, until the bell literally fell from my right hand.  43 reps. Five less than in training!  I was a bit disappointed, I’ll admit; I was hoping for at least 50.  But then a cool thing happened. 

People came up to me and said how great it was to watch my set!  I mean, it’s nothing new to congratulate a lifter after their set, but I guess I felt like I didn’t do my best and my set was only so-so.  But when the praise kept coming, from lots of people, even ones that I hadn’t met personally, I started to think, “Huh, maybe I did do something cool by picking up that damned 24!”  Even though I am FAR from my goal of Master of Sport (which requires 96 reps for the 65kg bodyweight class), I think the general consensus was that it takes some nads to even get on the platform with the GREEN (24kg) bell.  So I had a bit of a “wow, aw shucks” moment to myself, and enjoyed the rest of the comp.  (side note: THE most incredible thing happened a few days later.  T-Rif blogged about her foray into GS, and not only posted the last few minutes of my LC set with the 24, she gave me some unbelievable props for doing it… I am so honoured, and flattered, by your kind words Tracy… you have completely motivated me to seriously kick ass in training and competition!  THANK YOU!!!)

I could go on for days about how awesome the whole GS competition universe (not world, but UNIVERSE) is, but I think you get the idea as to how passionately I feel about it.  So I’ll leave you with this: 

Things happen for a reason.  Sometimes we don’t understand the how, and especially the WHY, at times, but my path to kettlebells, and specifically GS, was most definitely a circuitous one.  Ten years ago, if you told me that in 2013 I would excel in an obscure-but-life-changing Eastern European sport (Cow bells?  Kettle Balls?  What’s that?), hang out, train with, and be coached by world champions, become part of an entire family of international Kettlebell friends and athletes, compete as a semi-sponsored athlete at the age of 41 in a professional division (huh, ME?), and be somebody’s inspiration (who, ME?), I would have thought you were delusional.  Had I stayed with the police dept, I would have never been introduced to KBs at that utmost critical time.  Had I stayed a journalist I may never have become involved with the fitness industry.  And had I stayed with the fire dept, I would have never considered competing in GS.  Funny how things work out, isn’t it?

Of course I have my “What if…?” moments about those lost professions, wondering how changed my life would be had any of those things played out differently.  But those “What ifs” have become “What next!” in my kettlebell endeavours… and I can’t wait to let you know how it all plays out.  Thanks for reading my ramblings… and until next time, I’ll be 10-7.

XXX

PS: I have no idea why some of the text is highlighted and reversed colour.  But I'm tired and just want to get this published... so, please complain to the manager if you don't like it.  Thanks.

Five More Reps

“Five more reps”.

Three small words, but with so much significance.

It was October 24, Day 2 of the IKSFA USA Elite Kettlebell Workshop in Los Angeles, CA, taught by the most highly decorated Russian coaches in the world. We had just endured four – or was it five? – hours of snatch technique, and learned some assistance exercises that I would employ for these last five reps I was determined to complete.

I came into this workshop feeling like the redheaded stepchild of the Kettlebell community – out of place, and prepared to be ridiculed. The ginger waiting to be kicked. This was a workshop for Kettlebells, yes, and I am a qualified practitioner as such. But my training has been focused on “Hardstyle”; as an RKC (Russian Kettlebell Challenge Instructor), I have earned respect amongst my peers as having completed one of the most grueling fitness certifications in the industry. I am proud of my achievement, and happy to call many of my esteemed colleagues my friends. But this workshop in LA was focused on Girevoy Sport – the Kettlebell Competition lifts of Long Cycle (Clean & Jerk) and Snatch, a traditional sport in Russia still in its relative infancy here in North America. I wanted to be well-rounded in Kettlebells, because there is too much infighting in the sport with ongoing debates as to which style is better, who started what, and general bickering that I decided I did not want to take sides but to decide for myself. It’s a lot like riding motorcycles – sport bikes vs. cruisers, and sometimes riders of the two don’t quite understand the other. I have ridden both, but I embrace the whole two-wheeled community. It’s about the ride, and really, it doesn’t matter who rides what, but there is a bond between the two groups that cannot be explained to “outsiders” that don’t ride. If you’re not into it, you just won’t “get“ it. Kettlebells are the same. Those who use them know what I am talking about.

This was supposed to be a “finishing” exercise for snatch technique the Russian coaches had us do. After hours of teaching and practicing, they had us wear cotton gloves to solidify what we’d learned. We were to use a lighter bell; boys were recommended to use a 16 or 12kg bell, and girls an 8kg. There weren’t enough 8s, so I grabbed a 12kg. I’d been practicing with a 16kg most of the workshop anyways, so I didn’t mind. We were supposed to snatch as long as we could before our grip gave way… and our grip was now severely compromised by wearing the cotton gloves. The coaches knew we were tired; we were less energetic than in Day 1, and I knew I wasn’t the only one trying to save my hands for Long Cycle, which was yet to come. So I didn’t think too much when I did a couple of tentative practice snatches with my left hand; I was being careful because I could feel the skin was sensitive and sore to the touch, and I could feel a very small blister forming in the middle of my palm but it hadn’t actually surfaced. So I was chalking religiously, and thankful for the glove that was supposed to help in these kinds of situations.

I had decided on a whim to go to this workshop. I really couldn’t afford to go, as I had been to two other Kettlebell workshop events the previous month – the Association of Tactical Strength & Conditioning Instructors (ATSCI) Kettlebell Specialist Certification in Kent, WA, and to be an Assistant Instructor at the RKC Philly in Exton, PA. But as I thought about how being involved in the kettlebell community – as an instructor and a student -– has literally changed my life, I knew I would be a fool to pass on the opportunity to learn from these legends of Girevoy Sport. So I decided to invest and register. I was on my way to LA.

Practicing on my own during this snatch exercise, I was comfortable. Sometimes I’d wait for a coach to watch and check my form but everyone was busy, so I just started. I was facing the mirror so I could see my technique; I wasn’t trying to beat a time nor was I even counting my reps. I was just trying to concentrate on good snatch technique within the confines of the cotton glove, and go until I could go no more. I don’t even know at what point I noticed Coach Rudnev at my side; I know I did have to tell some people to move from my line of fire because I could feel the fatigue setting in. I also had to turn 90º away from the mirror so the mats lined up forward-back, not side to side, as the possibility of me inadvertently losing my grip and launching the bell was very real. So I focused visually on the white folding chair ahead of me in the distance, hearing Dolby in my head telling me “Don’t look down!”, and dug in.


The coaching staff of the IKSFA is the proverbial real deal. Regardless of the number of trophies, titles and medals they have accumulated, the most striking thing I noticed about them was their humility. It’s a character trait I have observed over the years amongst top athletes, and it has remained a constant trait that all of my personal role models possess. The International Kettlebell Sport & Fitness Academy (IKSFA) is founded by one of the world-renowned athletes in Kettlebell Sport – Sergey Rachinskiy, Honored Master of Sport, Master of Sport World Class, Honored Coach of Russia, 9-time World Champion, 12-time Champion of Russia, and Guinness Book Record Holder. Coach Sergey Rudnev is an Honored Master of Sport, Master of Sport World Class, Honored Coach of Russia, 4-time World Champion, and 5-time Champion of Russia. Who cares if their command of the English language is not so great, and charades is part of the learning process? I did understand that “ooohh… horror show” meant that my technique was not very good, and that praise was not given freely…

The longer I snatched, slowly and steadily, the more I realized that everyone else was done with their glove sets. More people were shouting out words of encouragement, and I could see Nazo had me in her DSLR sights. I even heard her comment about me still keeping going with the 12! But I was in the zone. Actually, it was a whole world of hurt, because I had already done some practice on my left before Rudnev saw me, and so as I slogged away on my right under his watchful eye, Rudnev counted down the last few reps and then said, “SWITCH!” “Oh shit,” was all I could think – I had already done some on my left, and that tender spot in the middle of my palm was surely going to pretty much blow up. But this was one of those lifetime moments, the kind of guidance I’d been seeking, even if for a brief moment of time in this workshop. Rudnev told me to switch hands, so I did.

We all get into ruts. Sometimes potholes. For me, literally, earlier this year, it was accidentally stepping into the hole from a removable security bollard – those metal posts that are installed in pathways to deter vehicular intrusion. Small hole, little step, big hurt. I almost snapped my tibia, but thankfully, I only sustained a soft-tissue injury. I was still unable to run, barely able to dance, for the 2 months following. That was in March. April, I was T-boned in a motor vehicle accident that left me with lateral whiplash. Already unable to run, now I couldn’t do heavy pulls, an essential task in training for the strenuous firefighter physicals. So I figured some relaxation time with the family in Hawaii to celebrate my cousin’s wedding was just what the doctor ordered. I could still swim, and I love the open ocean. Being in the sea, calm, alive, swimming with life… ahh. Until I kicked a prickly sea urchin. Yes, seriously. I actually thought it was a rock, until I got out and saw the two dozen little purple spots on my left foot, each one bearing a piece of the sharp spine of that dreaded creature. It couldn’t get any worse after that! Summer was spend trying to balance healing with training, and neither was optimal. The whole point of me writing all this is to give some background of how I found myself in a training rut. Unable to train to the best of my abilities and limited by my capabilities, I found myself being in need of motivation, instead of always being the motivator. But in the world of training, Vancouver is a small town and good training partners are hard to find. So that’s why I’ve trained by myself for the most part. And at that workshop, I realized that GS was what I needed to become my own motivator.

Sweat was pouring down my face. My gloved hands were trying desperately to find a comfort zone in and around the bell’s handle, and the glove itself was bunching up because it was too big. Tom would try to straighten it out in the lockout position, but it was a futile attempt as the glove would just bunch up again on the downswing. My forearms were screaming; the burning sensationof fatigue was radiating higher the longer I continued. But I felt strangely calm, even though I was struggling for form at the end. Here, it all came together – Rudnev’s voice, my colleagues shouting encouragement, people clapping, the groove of the snatch movements, and more importantly, my mental focus and clarity. I can’t remember feeling more invincible; even if the world crumbled around me, even if my body collapsed, I knew without a doubt I could and would finish strong. So when I heard those three words – “Five more reps” – I knew I would nail it. It was by no means easy, because by now the 12kg bell felt like it weighed 24kg and it wanted to rip my arm from the socket. “FIVE”. Breathe. “FOUR”. Cast it out, lean back. “THREE”. Don’t look down. “TWO”. Lift the heel and absorb with the torso. “ONE”. Park it. I was done. I raised and shook my arms not in victory, but to try to lessen the pain pulsating throughout my limbs. Rudnev came over to shake my hand, and I hugged him. He broke away and called for a translator; Misha came to tell me what he was saying. “You have it all,” said Rudnev. “Technique, athleticism… and the character to become a champion.” It was a truly humbling moment, one I will treasure, one I will never forget.


This post has gone on much longer than I had originally planned (since I started it at the end of Oct!). But I am still reveling in that moment, even as I write today. I realize I’ve missed writing, so I’m going to try to capture all the things I’ve been thinking about after that a-ha moment. Welcome to my blog!

Kettlebells for Fitness Leaders

This weekend (Sunday afternoon) I'm presenting a 90-minute workshop on Kettlebells for Fitness Leaders at the BCRPA Fitness, Strength and Conditioning Conference. The theme is Moving Forward, Gaining Strength, and I think it's a perfect way to introduce kettlebells to the masses – responsibly.

I love kettlebells. They literally have changed my life and opened up so many more opportunities that just wouldn't have presented themselves if I hadn't started training with them. But I respect them as a training tool, nothing more, and nothing less. Nothing more, because kettlebells aren't the be-all-end-all of fitness toys. They are very effective at what they are designed to do – but they are one modality of many in my arsenal of exercises I use to train myself and my clients. Nothing less, because they deserve the respect they command. And this is what today's blog is going to focus on.

Too many people jump on the "teacher/trainer/instructor" bandwagon. Not just in strength & conditioning; I, an avid salsa dancer, am sickened by the number of "salsa teachers" that have suddenly become "world experts" in teaching this dance to unsuspecting newbies. What are your qualifications? Oh, you mean someone liked the way you danced and asked you to teach them how to spin? THAT makes you a teacher? AND you have a website and YouTube video? Oh, ok. Just checkin'. You get the drift. Now, of course, salsa teachers aren't qualified with the certification requirements fitness leaders possess (provincially through BCRPA, nationally through CanFit-Pro, or other internationally recognized certifying organizations), but the fact they are passing on flawed knowledge to others is what annoys me. How does this apply to kettlebells?

Kettlebells are a fairly new-to-North America phenomenon, but are quite an ancient tool in Europe. I first learned about them from a friend, who encouraged me to get my certification with an outfit called Dragon Door, which offered the Russian Kettlebell Challenge (RKC) Instructor Certification. I followed his advice, and since then have trained with and learned from some of the world's top experts – REAL EXPERTS – in the field: Pavel Tsatsouline, Steve Cotter, Steve Maxwell, Mike Mahler, Nate Morrison, Brett Jones, Anthony Dilugio, to name a few. These people helped me along in my journey to becoming a respected and solid kettlebell instructor. There are now more than a few different certifications out there, but folks, lets get realistic - a weekend workshop does NOT make you an expert!

I remember one of my judo instructors telling me that achieving the rank of black belt means you have a good grasp of the basics. At that point, your real training can begin. And I just loved that reality. We are ALWAYS learning. We can never know it all. Because once you think you've reached the top of your game, well, there's only one way to go! And so it is with kettlebells, in my little corner of the world.

This weekend I am going to TEACH these fitness instructors that just because they attended my 90-minute workshop on how to incorporate kettlebells into their programming, they are far from being qualified instructors. Yes, I know, "but nobody has a certification in dumbells!?...." – Don't get me started. Just because you ordered a DVD online and watched some crazy KB stunts and stupid human tricks on YouTube does NOT make you a kettlebell instructor! And you will be doing a disservice to your clients. Walk the Talk. Be a good example, demonstrate proper form, and earn your respect. The old-fashioned way. 'Nuff said.

Trish