Beefcake
“Sticks and stones may break my bones but words can never hurt me.” Whoever said this is totally full of shit. It’s wishful thinking, at best. Words can hurt very much. They can gash like a knife and burn like a fire iron. I have endured more painful...
Beefcake
CrossFit is obnoxious. I think we can all agree on that. I even annoy myself sometimes with how much I love it. I sometimes stop to roll my own eyes when I catch myself speaking about the sport. I mean, who wants to see a bunch of spirited people enjoying themselves? ...
Beefcake
Before I sobered up, vacations were a killer. Whenever possible, I went the all-inclusive route. Two drinks at a time, all the time. The amount of food that I would devour on vacations was of historical proportions. I needed two days of recovery for every one day of...
Beefcake
“All levels are within normal limits.” That is what the pre-recorded computer message said to me on my voicemail. I had my physical at the doctor’s office last week, which consisted of the same ritual of checking blood pressure, drawing blood, and a...
Beefcake
I love to write. Writing is one of the few places where I think my propensity to over-think has some value. While hypnotized behind the glare of a computer screen, as my fingers involuntarily work the keyboard, for a few glorious moments I am immune to the opinion of...
