If I’ve seen it once, I’ve seen it a thousand times. It all comes back to that age-old adage, “Out of sight, out of mind.” Dudes in gyms across the country and around the world bust their ass to blow up their quads and then do a couple of sets of leg curls, if that, before they head on out the door. Continue reading →
It begins. The apprehension grows as the hours dwindle. Leg day is coming and you fucking loathe it. You hate the unbearable pain. You hate the tons of defiant steel. You hate what you must become today. Continue reading →
There is no ability, in this peculiar subculture of ours that is valued as greatly as the ability to press ponderous poundage. Be it the bench press, the military press, barbell incline or decline or simply tossing around some three-figure dumbbells, the power to push some serious weight is a priceless resource in the world of iron. Continue reading →
Arms. Bulging, peaked biceps, gnarly brachialis, freaky forearms and jagged, thick triceps that resemble sides of beef are needed if you dare to bang heads with the fucking big boys. Continue reading →
“His place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat.” That is the real shit right there. Words spoken by President Theodore Roosevelt almost a century ago. Continue reading →
If you saw Atlas, the giant who holds the world on his shoulders, if you saw that he stood, blood running down his chest, his knees buckling, his arms trembling but still trying to hold the world aloft with the last of his strength, and the greater his effort the heavier the world bore down upon his shoulders--what would you tell him to do?" -- Ayn Rand Continue reading →
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