Happy Sunday, as the holidays will be here very soon! We are celebrating Jodie's birthday today and watching the Vikings hopefully win again! 2 quick reminders:
Here is what went down this week: Newsletters:
Flex Diet Podcast
Iron Radio: Bonus video:
Instagram post of the week: Funny Instagram post of the week:
Gym Tune of the Week: Carcass: Surgical Steel Stoked to have this on CD now to play in the Extreme Human Performance Center (aka the 42 F garage gym). When I heard about 6 years ago that Carcass was going into the studio to do a new album, I was beyond stoked and nervous. What if it sucks, and they went soft since they are older now? Haha, boy, was I wrong, as this whole album rips. While their album “Heartwork” is a dessert island CD, this one is amazing. I also saw them live again this past October, and they delivered. Enjoy and set some PRs. Love, _____________________ Mike T Nelson CISSN, CSCS, MSME, PhD ... |
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Listen up, today is the day after Christmas and smack dab in the middle of the HolidaZe. I am sure you have seen some beautiful disasters of dietary debauchery.... I'm writing this from the smoking ruins of what used to be my kitchen, surrounded by the evidence of Christmas carnage: empty cookie tins, abandoned eggnog cartons, and enough wrapping paper to blanket a small country. The holiday feeding frenzy has claimed another victory, and we're all lying in the wreckage wondering what hit us....
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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...