In past posts I have expounded at length about the many benefits of powerlifting. We’ve also examined the “why” of powerlifting; namely, it’s insanely fun to be able to lift heavy shit. However, nobody every tells you the shameful truth underlying this otherwise laudable sport. Sit back, gentle reader, and clutch your emotional support pillow […]
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The country I live in is small by any standards and the capital city is more of a largish small town. It reminds me of when I was living on an island in that you constantly bump into the same people. It’s the sort of place that when you are in a public place and […]
Read More No country for middle-aged Goth dudes.
30 years ago I joined my first gym. It was a hugely overpriced affair located in Boston’s Financial District. It was filled to the brim with big, bright, shiny machines (Nautilus was a big deal in those days) and entitled Type A douchebags. Forget even approaching the bench press in those days as: a) there […]
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