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Alright, comrade of the iron and sweat! Buckle up, because this is a ride on the most high-octane roller coaster life’s got—the one that barrels down between your own potential and that sneaky son-of-a-gun called entropy. Election’s over. Half of you are celebrating, and the other half? Nursing a cocktail of rage and disappointment. I get it. You’re either closing in on your goals or watching them fade into the horizon like a mirage. Now, to really hammer this home, here are some words of fire from the titans of positivity-through-power: Hatebreed. Yeah, despite the name, they get it—raw, unfiltered, and straight to the gut. “This is now (now) You’ve got the wheel, you’re steering this vessel of flesh and bone for better or worse. Much love, Dr. Mike _____________________ Mike T Nelson CISSN, CSCS, MSME, PhD 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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Hola you glorious post-holiday survivor— I trust you had a wonderful Christmas.Or at least a loud, delicious, mildly unhinged one involving food, family, and questionable dessert decisions. Either way…The calendar just flipped its little smug page, and the year is sprinting toward the finish line like a drunk CrossFitter late to Murph. Which brings me to my single most important post-holiday rule—the one that separates people who bounce back from people who slowly slide into the abyss wearing...
If you are new here, strap in as it is time for the annual tale of Christmas Eve lutefisk style. When growing up for every year of my adult waking life on Christmas Eve that meant one thing… ….lutefisk. Up until around 11 years ago. More on why that is important coming up, but first some background for the lutefisk naïve. It is pronounced as LOOT –A – FISK. If you are in Minnesota like I am, make sure you do the OO sound really long. LOOOOOOOOOT –A – FISK. If you do not know what it is,...
You there, savage of the Iron Temple, gather 'round! I am transmitting live from the feverish depths of a Festivus where the weights clang like demented church bells and the chalk dust hangs thick as conspiracy theories at a flat earth convention. Let me tell you about my latest descent into the madness of strength - the Thomas Inch dumbbell, that cruel mistress of cast iron weighing in at 175 pounds of pure malevolent intent. Picture, if you will, a handle as thick as a beer can, mocking you...