Feelings get in the way. Feelings make things weird. Especially when they hinder or cast a shadow over fact(s), making them less relevant or murky. I’ll just come right out and say it: Feelings are a motherfucker. NOTE: “motherfucker” in this sense can be used interchangeably here: good or bad. “Did you just see… Read more
One of the biggest honors for me is when other fitness professionals take time out of their schedule to come shadow me or observe what I do at CORE. Truthfully I don’t feel what I do on a day-to-day basis is altogether revolutionary or going to win me any Nobel prizes in coaching badassery. I… Read more
When it comes to neck pain, as a strength coach, I (generally) don’t touch that with a ten-foot pole. It’s case dependent of course, but more often than not, if someone I’m working with walks in with a some significant discomfort in their neck I 1) start hyperventilating into a paper bag and 2) immediately… Read more
Today’s guest post comes courtesy of regular contributor and San Antonio based personal trainer, Jonathan Acosta. The fitness industry is rife with people who use hyperbole, quick fixes, and instant gratification tactics to “woo” other people into their web of deceit and mindfuckery. Whether one’s goal is fat-loss, muscle gain, or to have a pecs… Read more
For the sake of brevity, this post assumes you can perform a deadlift – trap bar, straight bar, bag of groceries of the ground, person, whatever – without shitting your spine. If you can’t, go seek out a reputable fitness professional – or Google it – to show you how. Much like if someone wants… Read more
Today’s guest post comes courtesy of good friend and Jedi strength coach, Todd Bumgardner. Many don’t know this, but Todd was one of the people who encouraged me most when I was thinking about leaving Cressey Sports Performance and going off on my own. He’s a no-bullshitter and someone who tells it like it is…. Read more
There was a time in my training career when I despised front squats. I hated them in fact. They never felt good. But when does any form of squatting feel “good?” I mean, that’s the last adjective I’d use to describe them. A back massage feels good. Hitting a walk-off home-run feels good. Hell,… Read more
When my wife and I first started dating there’s one thing I used to do that used to drive her crazy. It didn’t involve placement of the toilet seat. I put that shit down like a champion. And it didn’t involve my use of colorful language; she’s equally as potty mouthy as me. In hindsight… Read more