Purple Fingers, Wicked Winds, and the Deal of the Century


Hola from the chaotic crucible of South Padre Island!

Your favorite nerd (me, obviously, unless you've been lobotomized by the algorithmic void -haha) was one of just four delusional whack-jobs who dared to face the Arctic fury yesterday.

The angry north wind, howling like a caffeinated banshee, ripped across the island, clocking a lunatic 36 mph with rogue gusts that felt like an existential cock-punch. The tide? Low. The stakes? High. The sanity? Nonexistent.

But hell, it was a riot.

A short, blisteringly cold riot.

After 1.5 hours of being tossed around like a ragdoll by Poseidon's bastard offspring, I called it quits. No PRs jumps as I could not quite get my timing dialed in, but hit a few at 13 feet up.

My hands? Purple as a bruise on bad judgment.

The reward? A glorious, piping-hot tub with friends and the sacred ritual of post-carnage pizza. Bliss, my friends. Pure bliss.

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Yes, I’m an affiliate, but I’d pimp this stuff even if I weren’t, because this deal is a blazing comet of awesome streaking across the Black Friday/Cyber Monday chaos.

Got questions?

Hit me up.

Oh, and don’t think this is the end of the show.

The coming week? Buckle up. I’ve got some wild, synapse-frying content brewing that’s going to knock your socks off and leave you barefoot in the storm.

Until then, remember this mantra: Applied knowledge with violent consistency.

Burn it into your brain like a brand on a steer.

Much love,
Dr. Mike

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Mike T Nelson CISSN, CSCS, MSME, PhD
Associate Professor, Carrick Institute
Owner, Extreme Human Performance, LLC
Editorial Board Member, STRONG Fitness Mag

Mike T Nelson is a PhD and not a physician or registered dietitian. The contents of this email should not be taken as medical advice. It is not intended to diagnose, treat, cure, or prevent any health problem - nor is it intended to replace the advice of a physician. Always consult your physician or qualified health professional on any matters regarding your health.

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Dr Mike T Nelson

Creator of the Flex Diet Cert & Phys Flex Cert, CSCS, CISSN, Assoc Professor, kiteboarder, lifter of odd objects, metal music lover. >>>>Sign up to my daily FREE Fitness Insider newsletter below

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