Swinging on Sunday

Columbia/HoCo offers a variety of ways to keep fit, from walking the trails, bike riding, swimming, working out at CA facilities or Lifetime Fitness, and many more. One thing I had never heard of until recently is a workout that centers around swinging kettlebells.

What’s a kettlebell? Well, they look like this:

I found this photo in an article entitled “Kettlebells: what they are and why you should train with them.” Now, you may already know all about kettlebells and how they can be used for strength training but I didn’t until my friend Carol started posting about it on Facebook. I must say she’s been pretty enthusiastic.

The place where she works out, called The 39 Minute Workout, has an annual tradition of fundraising for the Casey Cares Foundation. Casey Cares supports programs for critically ill children and their parents. So how do they raise funds? By swinging kettlebells, of course!

It just so happens that today is the 7th annual Kettlebell Swing a thon . In addition to raising money from sponsors through all that kettlebell work, the Swing a thon also has a Silent Auction with some pretty cool items. Take a look.

Whether you’d like to help support Casey Cares or you’re curious about how kettlebells can contribute to health and fitness, you can contact the folks at The 39 Minute Workout here:

39 Minute Workout Headquarters

8001 Hillsborough Rd

Ellicott City, MD 21784

410-935-0967

Today’s event:

Sunday, May 2, 2021

9:00am - 12:00pm

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