|Finding Your Rage
Rage. This is not a casual term. There is nothing passive or
half-hearted about such an intense emotion. Suppressing or bottling up
passions so strong and forceful can be hazardous to your health and
detrimental to the safety of those you come in contact with. Rage
explodes violently, it lashes out with blind fury, it boils over and
melts down. It isn’t subtle, gentle or delicate… It is unrelenting, it
bulldozes forward undeterred, it tramples all that is within its path.
Wild and uncontrollable, rage is often too powerful for those it
Channeled properly, however, rage can be very useful and productive
indeed. This overwhelming transformational power, when in the right
hands, has the capacity to turn mortals into monsters, the fitness
flock into full-fledged freaks. Training on the highest levels,
necessitates a kind of madness, a certain reckless abandon. It takes a
primal sort of aggression to meet the weights head on and to not only
resist bending and giving in to their will, but to instead break the
iron… To dominate it. To control it. To manhandle it with brute force,
using these rigorous bouts fought on the edge of physical peril, to
transform into something greater than a mere man.
Distilled to its bare root essence, rage has four fundamental
elements—energy, focus, intensity and insanity. Four very powerful
factors on their own, but combined their impact can be startling. These
four aspects not only help to define the abstract concept of Rage, but
they also help to perfectly illustrate the unapologetic intent and
mind-blowing benefits of the latest supplement weapon to come off of
the New Brunswick, NJ assembly line, The Ultimate Energy &
Performance Stack, Animal Rage. Breaking down this furious four, it
becomes crystal clear that getting in touch with your inner rage, while
utilizing the transformative tool that is Animal Rage, can have an
awesome influence on your training and your physique.
Energy Forever on the hustle, it is easy to feel the grind wearing down
on you, before you ever even set foot in the gym. Long days and even
longer nights often have the hard training iron warrior needing to
catch his third wind… A stiff, brisk breeze at your back that carries
you through your most grueling workouts, even under less than optimal
conditions. No sleep. No excuses. No bullshit. Just results.
Focus They say this is the quality that so often separates the greats
from the rest of the pack… The ability to shut out the external world
and hone in on the job at hand. In the humming buzz of a euphoric fog
you have blinders on with your gaze fixed on your target destination
and that alone. This is your happy place. There are no distractions in
this space, no spectators in your zone, no pretenders to the throne.
Just you, the cold iron and a date with destiny.
Intensity There is a raw, meditative concentration inherent to the
inborn fight or flight response we feel when shit gets real. Facing big
weights and bigger expectations and not backing down takes equal parts
brass balls and bravery. But beyond mere courage, it necessitates a
mean streak, a dig in and grit your teeth kind of fortitude that simply
refuses to be stopped, one that will not surrender, will not fail, no
matter what the obstacle. Hardcore bodybuilding is not a pastime for
the meek of spirit or the weak of heart. This shit is intense.
Insanity To summon up the blistering anger it takes to go head to head
with ponderous poundages bent on your demise is far from a normal
activity. One must become comfortable with lunacy, familiar with their
shadow self and be able to revel in a bloody shower of demonic madness
at the flip of a switch. There is a thin line between love and hate and
in this microscopically slim expanse is a finer stripe dividing genius
from psychotic frenzy. Controlling this insanity and using it in as
purposefully deliberate and sane a manner as possible could be the
difference between being a madman and an architect of history.
For some weight training is more than a simple hobby, trips to the gym
more than mere errands. For the true diehards, for the elite of the
iron warriors, their workouts are a matter of pride, a declaration of
being. For these rare few, who know what it is to walk the line, to
drive the nail, to fight the good fight til all their fight is gone,
they know the blessing that is the raw emotion of rage. For them, and
them alone, there is Animal Rage. Let the weak of will and the feeble
of spirit be warned.
Embracing My Rage
One Scoop, One Shot, One Kill
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