Alright, let me tell you about this thing I called the “15 of clubs”. It wasn’t about cards or anything fancy. Just a personal goal I set for myself a while back.
Getting Started with Those Clubs
So, I got my hands on a pair of Indian clubs. Saw some folks using them, looked kinda interesting, supposed to be good for the shoulders and all that. They felt heavier than they looked, honestly. My idea was simple: get good enough to do 15 clean swings with each arm, one after the other. Not breakneck speed, just smooth and controlled. Seemed easy enough on paper, right?
Well, the first few tries were just plain clumsy. I nearly clocked myself in the head a couple of times. The movement felt weird, unnatural. My wrists complained, my shoulders felt tight. Getting even five reps without looking like I was fighting bees was a struggle. It was humbling, I’ll tell you that.
The Daily Grind
I decided to just chip away at it. Didn’t want to make a huge production out of it, just integrate it into my morning routine. Five minutes here, ten minutes there. Some days I felt strong, others I felt like I was starting all over again.
- Felt the weight in my forearms a lot initially.
- Had to really focus on keeping the swing smooth, not jerky.
- Some days I’d nail 8 or 9 reps and feel great.
- Other days, I’d fumble at rep 3 and get frustrated.
It wasn’t rocket science, just repetitive motion. But that’s the thing, sticking with repetitive motion is harder than it sounds. There were definitely days I wanted to just leave the clubs in the corner to gather dust. But I figured, it’s just 15 reps, how hard can it be? Turns out, consistently hard.
Finally Nailing the 15
Took me longer than I thought, maybe three weeks of pretty consistent practice. Then one morning, I picked them up, took a breath, and just started swinging. One, two, three… kept the count going in my head. Smooth, controlled. I wasn’t even thinking too hard about it, muscle memory was starting to kick in I guess.
I got to ten, then twelve. Felt my shoulder burning just a little, but it was a good burn. Fourteen. Fifteen. And I stopped. Didn’t drop the club, didn’t stumble. Just fifteen clean reps on one side, then switched and did the other fifteen. Done.
No fireworks went off. It was just… finished. Felt good, yeah, but mostly quiet satisfaction. Like finally fixing that leaky faucet that’s been annoying you for ages. It wasn’t about becoming a club swinging master, it was just about setting a small, specific goal and seeing it through. That “15 of clubs” target was just a hook to hang the habit on. Simple as that, really. Just gotta keep swinging.
