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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Maximum_Muscle9953 on 2026-07-28 16:55:15+00:00.

This happened to me last month.

A little background. I (41m) am a keen runner. I don't want to brag because I'm not a pro or anything, but I can run a marathon in just over 4 hours. Last year, I ran 1000 miles, and this year, I am shooting for 1400. So yeah I'm not an elite athlete by a long stretch, but I am a probably a lot fitter than the average man at my age.

Anyway, I had recently read some research about how kettle bell training can quickly improve your lung capacity and I wanted to give it a shot. I ordered 2 kettle bells, a 16kg and a 20kg from a local store, and it just so happened that my wife needed to go out to collect some things. So we hopped in her car and off we set.

I get to the store, get my bells, and walk back out, one in each arm. My wife has to go around the block to get where she needs to go so she was still sitting outside. And that's when I get the idea!

We are only just over 2 miles from my house, and I'm already in a running vest, shorts, and running shoes. I haven't worked out today. I set down the kettle bells, open the car door, and tell her "you know what, I think I'll just walk home with these to try them out."

She shoots me a "are you sure that's a good idea?" look, but I am not paying attention, because I am, in my mind, already all in on my idea. So I take my phone out of my pocket, throw it in her car, and tell her, I'll see her back at home. (For context, when I run, I don't take my phone. I like the feeling of being disconnected from the online world, if only for a short time. My watch has GPS so my wife can see where I am.)

She drives off, and I start my Garmin watch, pick up my new kettle bells, and start heading home. I get maybe 200m, dropped the bells to the floor and finally at this moment, I realised, that I had FU.

Already, my hands were struggling to maintain grip. My shoulders were aching. My forearms throbbed. My glutes were pulsing. I set down the bells, check my watch, and realise I still have over 15x this distance to go.

I had no phone. I had no wallet. Nobody was coming for me. It was just me and the bells. I swapped them around, picked them up, and started walking again.

100m later, I dropped the heavier bell, set down the lighter one, and checked my watch again. FUCK

3 HOURS LATER, I finally get to my garden gate. The pain in my hands, arms, back, and legs is like nothing I've ever felt. I set down the bells and slowly hobble to the door. I plead to my wife to PLEASE bring the bells in because I can't do any more.

She says, smirking, "you've gotten this far! It wouldn't be right for me to take over now"

Damnit. She's right. So I hobble back to the garden gate, and with both hands pick up the heavy bell and bring it to the house. Then the smaller one. This takes me, I kid you not, nearly 10 minutes. My garden is not a large garden.

I have ran many races, including marathons, ultra marathons, hill marathons and triathlons. But nothing, and I mean NOTHING, will ever compare to that 2 mile walk.

tl;dr I bought heavy weights and left myself with no way to get them home other than walking and carrying them