I saw a woman at the gym on Tuesday who was listening to her iPod while reading a book (Zig Ziglar’s Secrets of Closing a Sale) while doing leg exercises. That is more multi-tasking than I care to try…
Why do I drive to the gym then do 30 minutes of cardio, when it is just 3 blocks from my house?
What is it with the huge muscly guys and their shitty lifting techniques? They walk up to a machine, drop the pin to the bottom of the weight stack, and then throw their whole body into lifting, pushing, or jerking what ever the device does. Then they walk to another machine and do the same. They hit half the machines in the gym and then go home. How do they get so big and how do they not destroy themselves doing this?
I’m hungry…
How long can I survive on under 1600 calories a day, 6 days a week?
I wish people would just bring a towel, instead of leaving their sweat soaked paper towels jammed in the gym equipment…
I like cookies more than pie (I like pie), but cupcakes are the best…
Why is it that my gym is never full of sexy young women and sexy little workout clothes?
There are times, when I’m eating beef jerky and nuts, that I feel like I should be on horse back roaming the range…
I'm on a lifelong quest to find the perfect balance between strawberry smoothies and pizza slices. A self-proclaimed gym enthusiast who believes rest days are just as crucial as leg days—especially if they involve NASCAR racing. I lift weights, but only so I can justify my love for chocolate cake. When I'm not at the gym, you’ll find me riding dirt bikes or capturing the thrill of motorsport through my camera lens. Join me as I navigate the highs and lows of fitness, where progress is measured in reps, and cheat meals are a form of self-care.
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