One thousand swings, motherfuckers. Check out the blisters:
Ignore that I look like shit... BECAUSE I DID A THOUSAND GODDAMN SWINGS IN ONE WORKOUT.
I am cooler than cool. I feel especially accomplished, since I haven't touched a KB since we found out about Dad. I wasn't sure about my strength level. But after a workout of 550 swings, I wasn't tired, and felt like i could do more, and thought: I'm more than halfway to 1000, how hard can it be? At 720 I wasn't sure I could do it. At 800 I had renewed strength. By 920 I had to do it two handed, my right hand was cramping up. I'm sure I'm going to be a little sore tomorrow, but it's worth it. What a great way to channel stress.
This is totally how I act when I work out: