A day of rest

Sunday was easter, and a rest day for me. It was about 80 degrees outside and I didn't feel like wasting the day.

So I went down to the local elementary school with a 16kg kettlebell and practiced juggling.
There was no sense of urgency, no measured rest periods, just me, some good weather and juggling my kettlebell.

I worked everything I am normally afraid to do with the blanket of the grass to cushion the fall of the bell. After about an hour I felt great, my grip was smoked, and it was just a great day.