Dynamax

Remember when you were young? When playing with a ball meant having fun, fun, fun outdoors?
Of all the spheres in my life, I think I’ve discovered my ball of choice. It so happens to be a Dynamax medicine ball. My boot camp uses it every session.
These things are tough little b****s, people. They certainly take a lot of abuse from me and from my fellow campers. They’ve been thrown about, sat on, kicked, sweated on, manhandled, ladyhandled and who knows what else on various surfaces and in all kinds of weather. One of the balls has even been re-​stitched and thrown right back to the wolves. Other than some print fading, all the 4 to 10 pounders we’ve used since last year are still going strong. Oh did I mention they are locally made?
I like them. Except for Big Bertha, the 16 pounder. I give her the wary respect and wide berth I would give to a hippo in the wild.