Unlike a growing contingent of “athletes” obsessed with
efficiency at the expense of results and productivity, I love to train. In
fact, I fucking LIVE to train. The understated ease yet enjoyable difficulty
and toil that comes with increasing your work capacity, refining a previously intimidating
technique, perfecting the firing of your neuromuscular proficiencies, and
simply pumping your limbs full of blood until they are close to bursting all
amalgamate to form a potent cocktail that will forever remain unmatched and
unsurpassed by any narcotic or liquor. In my opinion, it even beats the height
of orgasm at times. Arnold said it first, so by default it can’t be wrong.
The King has spoken.
It is both the bane and the blessing of every bodybuilder’s existence. It can leave you unfathomably sore and crippled with DOMS after the ecstasy of the experience has subsided, yet, in the moment, you can feel as if you have the body…
The King has spoken.
It is both the bane and the blessing of every bodybuilder’s existence. It can leave you unfathomably sore and crippled with DOMS after the ecstasy of the experience has subsided, yet, in the moment, you can feel as if you have the body…