A few years ago, Tim Ferriss wrote a book called The 4-Hour Work Week, which began his rapid propulsion into the nether regions of success. To this day, that book has a strange way of igniting a little fire deep inside my stomach every time I pick it up. That little fire is called entrepreneurial spirit.
On the coldest morning of my life, minus 14 degrees Celsius (6 degrees Fahrenheit), I crossed an item off my bucket list that was long overdue. During my residency at Green Mountain College. I performed some farm chores, the most important being milking a cow for the first time. Look closely and you can see my friend Baylee Drown squirting the cow’s milk into my mouth.
I hung up my football jersey and set aside my cleats a long time ago. My desire to compete, however, has never faded. Filling the void left behind by competitive team sports proved to be a long process. When I discovered kettlebell sport through an organization called the International Kettlebell and Fitness Federation (IKFF) a few years ago, I knew I had finally found my calling.