Wolf Pack was never meant to be anything more than an excuse to do some hard work. It was a reason to have fun throwing some weight around once a week with no real focus or goal other than to sweat through a tough workout.Continue reading
Sometimes we put so much pressure on ourselves to have the 'perfect workout' that we end up not working out at all. The thing is, though, action will always trump inaction. Doing something on a regular basis is better than the perfect workout done sporadically.Continue reading
If you follow me on Instagram, you’ll note that I train every day. The days where I don’t do some form of training are few and far between.
And so when I preach to others the importance of resting and recovering, yet train daily myself, I look like a hypocrite.
Here’s the thing, though…
While waiting, I was expressing my frustrations from the day (i.e. whining like a baby) to anyone who would listen when my seven-year-old daughter offered some advice.
She turned to me with a deadpan face and said — and I quote — “Maybe you should try kissing another woman.”
I was in no place mentally or emotionally to deal with this advice. But my wife, bless her soul, suggested I try it and, “See what happens.”
Here’s the thing – On paper, I am a married man with a beautiful wife and four great kids (so long as it’s not past bedtime). I am a business owner who needs to make payroll and file taxes. My hair is turning grey and I need glasses to see straight.
And I cook, clean, drive, pay bills, volunteer in my community, and generally do a lot of “adult things”.
In my head, though, I’m none of this. In my head, I’m just a twelve-year-old boy who wants to run around, play in the woods, and never grow up.
In my head, I’m Peter Pan.