Note: the link below takes you to my latest T-Nation.com article.
I’m in a foul mood. I’m 30,000 feet in the air as I type this, flying home from Florida where I’d spent the past week with my girlfriend eating copious amounts of dead animal flesh, loading up on Vitamin D, and not doing anything but lying on the beach.
The weather back in Boston? 35 degrees and raining. In mid-May. Awesome.
So I figured, what better way to channel my aggression than to write an article ranting on things I’ve seen in the gym that have been making my eyes bleed? If any of the following describes you, consider this a warning shot across your bow. Your training ways suck harder than the Pirates of the Caribbean franchise.