While not as uncomfortable as spending an afternoon watching chick flicks and melodramas (that goddamn Gray’s Anatomy), this article is about to gently nudge you out of your comfort zone.
One of the underlying characteristics that I notice about successful lifters and bodybuilders that I’m around is that they never let their gym, genetics, schedule or anything for that matter, get in their way.
This article is a culmination of my 35 years of learning about strength, including the cliff notes to all my training logs and a brief look inside my mind.
With all due respect to current or former residents and officials (elected or self-appointed) of Rhodestown, there is a new boomtown growing like a “genetically gifted” bodybuilder.
Recently, I was able to observe a high school football team lifting. While the coaches sat in the corner and talked, the athletes proceeded to do their version of a power clean.
I was first introduced to powerlifting in 1983 by my sixth grade geography teacher, Mr. Spero Tshontikidis. In addition to teaching, Mr. Tshontikidis was a competitive powerlifter in the ADFPA.