Reading Time: 6 minutes I remember sitting at the dinner table and looking with disbelief and awe at my father’s hands. Rough, callused, scarred, and with fingers that looked to me like a pound of butcher’s choice sausages. I remember glancing down at my own hands; soft, delicate, girlish even, like they’d been made from porcelain and petals, andContinue reading “Hand Taping for Kettlebells – The Dark Art of Callus Management”
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