Paean

This royal shape of kings, this scepter'd trunk,
This bodiment of majesty, this form of Mars,
This other ecstasy, demi-delight,
This figure built by Nature for herself
Against infection and the hand of time,
This happy sight of men, this total world,
This precious sinew set in a tonéd build,
Proof against the envy of less happier men,
This blessed form, this flesh, this frame, this Body.

 -- Dick the Second, Act II, scene I (Shakeboody)

So?  Be excellent!


FW

Hey dude,

like I was totally waiting for you.

You said we were gonna work out together, do some CrossFit. Got my workout log, headphones, brought a kettlebell. But you never showed. What’s up with that? You are a total hoser, man. You should try  a lot harder to

be excellent.

FW

Communication

They say some large percentage of communication is nonverbal. Indeed, even some small percentage of this, written communication, is purely visual. Length of sentence and of paragraph. Typoes and missplelings. Letters that rise above or do not fall below the median. Abbrs. How much more, the ideographic scripts. As for face to face, doesn't that rather depend on line of sight? But even, say, perceived proximity carries its own subtle meaning -- a sort of silent body language, affirming the powerful fact, someone is near someone else.

It's words, though. Not that words are what they mean. Hysteria: the wandering of the womb throughout the body -- cf hysterectomy. And then it took on other meanings. Well might Freud have wondered, 'what do women want' ... he clearly didn't have a clue. But womb-wandering has a male counterpart in East Asia and in Africa: koro, Buginese for "wrinkled", and more felicitously, Malaysian for "turtle-head" -- the belief (hysterical) that one's penis is shrinking into the body. Fertility, male and female, depends so much on bloodflow. Of course we have a word for eating your own hair -- trichophagia. It only sounds Greek. So there you go then.

Words shape perception. We all know of the dozens of words the ice-dwellers have for snow. Albanians have 54 words, equally divided, meaning mustache or eyebrows. Vietnamese has 18 words for 'you,' yet we had to get rid of thou. Japanese marks the gradations of bowing, from the reserved 15 degree nod of eshaku to the epileptic groveling of pekopeko. On the other hand, a Liberian language has only ziza for red/orange/yellow, and hui for green/blue/indigo/violet. That's a pretty narrow rainbow.

Some of it just makes you laugh. The French coined ordinateur to spare their lips from the vulgarity of "computer": con is slang for "vagina" and pute is slang for "prostitute". Talk about your Xbox. Bakku-shan is Japanese for a girl you think will be pretty when you see her from behind, but in front, not so much.

The tune that you can't forget: in German, ohrwurm, "ear worm". Scratching your head to remember: pana po'o, in Hawaiian. Words, like the predictability of the human form, remind us that we are all the same. We count our babies' fingers and toes, and are relieved.

There's the Bantu word, considered the most untranslatable in the world: ilunga -- who'll forgive anything once, tolerate it a second time, but oh, the third... There's German's torschlusspanik -- the fear of diminishing opportunity as you age; most apropos in childless premenopausal women. There's the French esprit d'escalier -- the thing you think to say, too late. There's an Inuit verb, iktsuarpok, that means "to go outside often to see if someone is coming." The sound isn't beautiful, but the meaning tears at your heart. And if you say it slowly, as three hard and lonely syllables, it sounds like what it is.

Such a history of fragility. What words do we have, that for their familiarity have lost their power or poignancy? Anguish. Rage. Loss. Lost.

That's how we communicate. With words. With our bodies. With the arrangement of images and of objects in space. And why?

Be excellent.

Here: CrossFitBurbank.com

FW
CrossFit Burbank

Convergent Evolution

It's great when things say what they are. Simplicity. How refreshing.






Yes, it's true, sadly.  These cats look like Hitler.



















But it's great too when things look like other things. Say what you are, but look like something else.

Sorry though. This last one is Fatler. And some of them look like Groucho.  Nevertheless, while we don't wish to be judged for our looks, we very well may be.  Hitlercats being an example.  So have a care.  Be as lean as practicality allows.  Be strong, but merciful.  Optimize.

No big point.  Nothing too preachy.  Eat right, do useful exercise.

Be excellent.


FW
CrossFit Burbank

Burn

The wind blows, clouds flow, rain falls, sunshine, moonlight, wind, rain, hot, cold. We blink through it like coming out of solitary confinement, or stare it down like a mad dog, or find a hand to hold and stand side by side, for a moment or through the decades.

Yes, time is a fire. We don't want to put it out or slow it down though -- time is what life is made of. We burn through it, understanding there will be pain, and scars. There are caresses and embraces and quiet smiles and rollicking laughter and the swelling of our hearts with love and pride and tenderness. So it's more than worth it, the pain, if we do it right. Wait long enough and everything is calm.  Meantime, and all the while, we live in our bodies.

More pearls from the clam of ancient wisdom.

Be excellent.

FW
CrossFit Burbank

InfiniDinoPro™!

Dear Bob Dude --

Thank you so much for your fantastic Infinite Dinosaurs Program™! It truly is amazing. It has changed my whole life. I used to be lethargic and run down, but since starting your fantastic IDP™! program I have so much pep and vigor.

I am pleased to endorse your amazing Infinite Dinosaurs Program™! 


Yours Very Truly,

George H.W. Bush (remunerated endorsement)

Such well-known celebrities as Macaulay Culkin, Frank Stallone, Huey Lewis, and the late Mel Torme have benefited from the InfiniDinoPro™! method of energy alignment, sculpting and toning!

Bruce Jenner swears by it! Just listen: "In my long career as an athlete and celebrity spokesperson/actor on such highly rated television programs as "CHiPs," "Murder, She Wrote," "Keeping Up With the Kardashians"  and  "Dancing With the Stars,"  and also such movies as Gym Teacher: the Movie and Can't Stop the Music, also starring the sensational Village People, I have never before encountered such a program as the Infinite Dinosaurs Program™! Bob Dude, A.A., and his team of highly trained staff of professionals has put together something that has something for everybody."

Valerie Bertinelli has this to say: "I first met Bob Dude way back in 1976, and wished he'd spoken to me then. Not a day has passed since then where I stopped thinking about him. Now that he has come back into my life thanks to the Infinite Dinosaurs Program™!, I would never return to the old me. He is my reason for living. So handsome and beefy, with such gigantic arm muscles, and so sexy. I dream about him all the time. Oh Bob Dude, I think, you are so beautiful. I cannot live without you. Come to me now, you mad, passionate mad man. I await your awesome manliness like a rooster awaits the glorious rays of morning sunlight."

Mackenzie Phillips says, "I was a washed up has been with a nightmare past before I started the Infinite Dinosaurs Program™! Now my acne has totally vanished and I don't always smell like baloney anymore. InDiPro™! is the Way To Go! Thank you, Bob Dude and Infinite Dinosaurs. You truly are a miracle worker."

Can YOU afford not to take advantage of the sensational cutting edge breakthroughs offered for the first time anywhere in the Infinite Dinosaurs Program™!? The answer is NO! You CANNOT! In 15 clearly thought-out and presented InfiniDinoPro™! courses, you will learn to master and completely dominate such dynamic and vital innovative topics as Incremental Velocity™ and Integral Veclusion™, Tonal Tonics™, MacroFascial Flexic Blast™, the IVANalytical Protocol™, the Weekly IGORganizer™, and of course the award-winning P-Factor Exclusion Activator™! Time to TAKE CHARGE and reap the REWARDS!

You CANNOT afford not to fail omitting to neglect THIS offer! Act NOW! You'll be so glad YOU did!

Bob Dude, G.E.D., A.A.,
Pres. and CEO,
InfiniDinoPro Enterprises, LLC

-------

What, you think it's a hard sell? You think the claims are unrealistic and irresponsible? You are not impressed with the rank appeal to celebrity? Right you are. We must be, all of us, too aware of how the world works to fall for such nonsense. Most of us must be.

More reasonable is a philosophy and approach designed to attain every reasonable goal that folks are willing to work for. Not a whole lot of surprise, in a statement like that. All it says is that you get what you earn. It's a sort of justice. The land cries out for justice.

Sensible exercise, sensible diet.

Be excellent.


FW
CrossFit Burbank

A Few Observations

Beautiful:

because caprice is delightful,

and meaning is invented,

and because butterfly wings do not cause chaos;

... and because we have a right to aspire.

Not beautiful:

because choices are responsibilities,

and not all effort is rewarded,

and because, as the twig is bent, so grows the tree,

and because cruelty is so casual.

We all went to high school with this guy.  He thinks function follows form. 

Hm, seems harmless enough ...

... oh.  The danger of taking something to its logical extreme.  Moderation, please. 

You just never can tell.

Gonna mess you up.

Perils abound.

What a complicated world.  Where, where is clarity to be found?  Blown about by opinion is no way to live.  Consult the occupants of the First Circle of Hell, as evidence.  So decide on a few rules, and live by them.  Nothing preachy.  Eat sensibly, to feed your cells.  Exercise sensibly, because the absence of stress is a kind of distress.

Well?  That's what we do here, at FitWorks, CrossFit in Burbank, as you are increasingly becoming aware.  Questions?  Feel free.

Here: CrossFitBurbank.com

Be excellent.

FW
CrossFit Burbank

A Brief Bio of FW

Across countless millennia, mere men have admired, nay, revered FW to the fullest extent that the human heart is capable. And rightly so. Why?  Well, for example, FW has never broken an egg. He constructed a language by which ants may communicate with bees, and he speaks sign-language with Big Foot.

During the span of a red light stop FW can teach anyone to hold his or her breath for at least 45 minutes. He holds the world record for backward closed-eye one-legged tightrope hopping, both speed and endurance. He is irresistible to all women, but has remained chaste (with one exception) for compassionate reasons.

FW knows how to unicycle, and where Osama bin Laden is drifting. He invented ice-sculpting. He built the world's tallest sand castle. He is a master electrician. He was the model for each title character in The Magnificent Seven.

More radio song requests have been dedicated to FW than to any to any other person, living or otherwise. He once deliberately forgot how to generate economically viable cold-fusion energy. He knows how to play baseball, basketball and American football.

FW spot-composes countless operas, libretto in haiku form, using only percussive instruments, for which he wins Nobel Prizes in Musicology, a category established for him. He floats like a butterfly, stings like a bee, knows that winning is the only thing and that nice guys finish last. He never loses. He knows a Fifth Noble Truth, a Ninth Path-fold, a Sixth Pillar of Islam, and the nine-billion-and-first Name of God.

Nobody has ever not repaid a debt they owed FW. He has an extra appendix. He tutors at-risk inner city youth in the art of topiary. The outline of his shadow hangs in the foyer of the Louvre. He found Saddam Hussain's spider hole.

FW has earned hundreds of dollars lecturing on superconductors, and donates all proceeds to the worthy poor. Not content simply to dispose of garbage and automatically wash dishes, FW can climb any wall he sees, and applies the arcane principles of feng shui masterfully to the redesign of inartful public monuments. He still uses the Dewey Decimal System. He created an object so heavy that even he can't move it. To amuse a sick child, he once memorized the complete works of Bulwer-Lytton. Variations in his spelling become standard.

FW just averted al-Qaeda's next attack. He has successfully amended the Second Law of Thermodynamics. He never wears polka dots -- he does wear polka stripes. He alphabetizes street addresses as he passes them. He has never believed a lie. He has never received junk email. He never blinks.

If you would like to be just as wonderful and fantastic as FW, call or email FW.

Be excellent.

Here: CrossFitBurbank.com

FW
CrossFit Burbank

Big Suppluh

All this talk about Big Pharma. Well, there used to be these things called "Rail Roads," and they were Big and controlled a lot of the old-time American Economy, and they had Influence, and controlled Legislative Bodies and Executive Branches and Judiciaries. Nowadays however Rail Roads are a Foot Note.

Well, railroads are a good idea. Trucks are for moving freight around inside cities, and trains are for moving freight around between cities. Call it a Stalinist if you must, but there is an economy of scale. No matter. We've moved beyond railroads, and reality is what it is.

Same though with the drug companies. They are very important, very powerful, because people give them a lot of money because they want and think they need the drugs. Money is for getting power -- even if only the power to fulfill material dreams, buying things to be happy. But in this instance it's about influence and power -- lobbyists and favorable laws for large corporations. No point in complaining about it. If you don't like Big Pharma, don't need their drugs.

What, though, if you have issues? What if a doctor looks at your situation and says you're sick and such and such is the cause and here's a drug you must take for the rest of your life in order to suppress the symptoms until your death? What then? Well. We do not give in, give up, submit, merely because of an opinion. We investigate for ourselves, research, find alternatives, find solutions. We never crumple. We stand, or we fall and then stand, but we never lie down and fall asleep in the snow. Is there no one who loves us, that we should despair?

Medical doctors are about illness and drugs, not about health and healing. Suppression, instead of cures. No, not all doctors of course, but the Establishment, man ... Big Medi. Yes, it's simplistic. But it's true. Don't take medicine, drugs, unless they cure, or rather aid your body in curing itself -- or at least improve the quality of your life more than they hurt it. Better, provide your cells proactively with what they need, feed them the nutrients, the necessities that allow them to do the job they're made to do. Metabolic competence. Nutritional rationality. Rather than diktats based on theories and imposed from far off centralized bureaucracies. Who knows, maybe New Deals and Five Year Plans and Great Leaps Forward could work ... someday. And maybe toxic drugs are the best way of dealing with some diseases -- the kind where you're about to die, so try anything.

The doc sees an issue, and assumes it is the problem. A logical fallacy. An alternative is that with excellent nutrition and some time, will come healing, and the "medical" problem -- health problem, rather -- should go away. Provided the body is given a chance to heal itself. When it comes down to it, our concern is not with causes, but with cures, not with problems but solutions. It's not about blame, it's about results.

There are needs that people will not fulfill for themselves, until someone else starts the process. It's what friends do for each other -- we care about each other, and show it by caring for them, tangibly, whether materially, or emotionally, or what have you. There are limits, boundaries, and that's a nuanced thing, but there are clear needs as well, and helping in such instances is not only a pleasure, it's a duty. If you do not have the expertise, you still have the ability to encourage. That's a medicine, too. But it's friendship, and it's love, as much as it can be shown.

We protect and fight for and sacrifice and are loyal to what we love -- country or family or friends. It's faithfulness, without which everything is betrayal. That's no way to be.

Here: CrossFitBurbank.com

FW
CrossFit Burbank

P-Factor™!

P-Factor™ is the willingness, the eagerness with which we give ourselves Permission to PHail. It's the excuses, the compromises, the deals we make in our secret hearts, the calculations and the little stories we tell ourselves that allow us to save our energy for some hypothetical future all-out effort instead of using it now when it matters. So that the all-out effort never really comes. How cunning. Such a relief. Because that would be hard. And exercise is all about looking good.

So there they are, the dudes, chatting in the gym, pairs and trios mostly, getting ready to get to it! Any time now. Oh, there one goes! Ah, curls. Excellent. Pump those bi's, gee. Cranking away, eeek eeek eeek like a rusty hinge. "Ungh, ungh, ungh," he says, a painful expression distorting his glossy countenance. And now after a suitable rest it's something with a bar and some weight held over his head at a strange angle, arms akimbo. "Ooomp." It impresses us as being very scientific.

Indeed, the gymrat bodybuilders, per their muscleman mags, know all about intensity -- the way they know about silkworm farming: as a theory. No need at all for any P-Factor™ here. There's no intention of achieving even the slightest amount of grueling effort, which is what P-Factor™ gets us out of. They do get a thimbleful of benefit from the facemaking they practice, which over a long enough time will amount to a bucketful of effort. Good for them. But they're not serious. Because emotion isn't what makes us serious. Effectiveness is. It's what you do.

The most effective thing is intensity. Saving nothing. Doing it now. The enemy of intensity is P-Factor™. It has to do with mental toughness. You don't get it by wanting it. You get it by building it, through consistent training and by continuing self-examination to find the weakling in your mental closet so you can slap h/im/er until s/he stops making excuses. Easy to say, hard to do. Because a lot of the time the weakling isn't in the closet. S/he's out front offering you bon bons. But no excuses. Dogs need to be trained. You do it by consistency and clear expectations.

We call it P-Factor™. P as in permission. Permission to Phail. As if we needed Permission.

Yes, P-Factor™ is trademarked, the way you can patent a gene. As for how to overcome it totally, why there's just one thing you need! Our new, exclusively revised and updated INFINITE DINOSAURS PROGRAM™, available now for a LIMITED TIME ONLY from our luxurious corporate office complex located in EXOTIC Las Vegas, Nevada, at the low low price of only $399.99! That's right! INFINITE DINOSAURS™!!! -- over 127 elegant spiral bound pages with several professionally-drawn TWO-COLOR illustrations of almost virtually everything you need to achieve the new new you you knew you knew you always knew you wanted to be! INFINITE DINOSAURS™!!!! Sent direct to YOU by first class mail via the United States Postal Service of AMERICA! No APOs. Hurry! Get that P-Factor™ OUT of your face!!!!! You might expect to pay thousands of dollars for the VALUABLE secrets contained in just one paragraph of this priceless INFINITE DINOSAURS PROGRAM™!! So act now before this limited one-time offer expires forever! Rush cash or money order for the amazing INFINITE DINOSAURS PROGRAM™ to: FabulousOneTimeChance, TRLR 11, Mobile Haven, Rural Route 29, Henderson, NV, 89009. Don't wait!!! Act now!!! You CANNOT afford not to!!!  P-Factor™ is everywhere!!! INFINITE DINOSAURS™!!!!!!! ***>>>>>SATISFACTION GUARANTEED!!!!<<<<<**** Do it NOW!!!!

*ahem*

Yes. Well. Uh, pardon. How did that happen? Too much television? You see, though, the danger of too much hype. There is no magic, other than the psychological kind. People do sometimes win the lottery. Hurray for them. The rest of us earn what we have. And we don't appreciate being lied to, or hearing phony promises. You know it, girlfriend. Infinite Dinosaurs™, nor acai berries, nor any other uberproduct will burn the calories or add the muscle for you. To get it, you earn it. Either the hard way, which is inefficient and unnecessarily unpleasant -- or the less-hard way, which is efficient and necessarily unpleasant.

Not a very good sales pitch, eh? But it's not about hype. Honesty. Sorry, if you were hoping to be lied to. Look up your ex, for that. What you really want is effective exercise, safety and results. It takes reasonable work. Interested? If not, well, uh, could it be P-Factor™? (And no, it's not trademarked ... or is it?)

Be excellent.

Here: CrossFitBurbank.com

FW
CrossFit Burbank



*Allow eight to ten months for delivery. Not responsible for lost or stolen items. Guarantee valid only until December 31, 1997.

Kiai!

This one is laughable, several times. This one is sad, yet beautiful.  This one is just silly. This one is a study in foolishness. An even bigger fool (starting at :20). Here's why (and from another angle). Deeply disturbing.

It's entirely possible that pressure points can do odd things. We've all hit our funnybones, and that proves something. It's remotely possible that there is some actual but immeasurable force that might be transmitted without recourse to the physical universe. It's certain that we have not seen it here. Those of us who have seen the name-it-and-claim-it hairdoo preachers on TV will recognize the falling bodies. Emotion and fraud. Satan loves religion.

That an old man should delude himself is pitiable. That his "blackbelt" disciples, steeped in Hongywood acrobatics, should collude or fall prey to the delusion is shameful. That some MMA fighter should beat up this foolish old man is just the way of the world. Harsh lessons may or may not be necessary, but the world is full of them, regardless. So we'll comfort ourselves by supposing they're necessary.

Let's look for the lessons, and learn them, before we end up crumpled on the floor, bleeding, in shock, and mortified. Let's not be fools. Let's test all things, and hold fast to that which is true.

Be excellent.

Here: CrossFitBurbank.com

FW
CrossFit Burbank

Economics According Two Cows

Versions of this have been around for 80 years. Why, that's even before the Internets! It can get a lot more complicated, but here are the essentials.

-----

Feudalism: You have two cows. The lord takes some of the milk and all the cream.

Capitalism: You have two cows. You sell one and buy a bull.

Direct Democracy: You have two cows. Your neighbors decide who gets the milk.

Representative Democracy: You have two cows. Your neighbors pick someone to decide who gets the milk.

Democracy, Democrat-style: You have two cows.  Your neighbor has none.  You feel guilty. You elect politicians who raise your taxes, which forces you to sell one cow. The cow is given to a homeless man. The cow has a calf out-of-wedlock; the calf drops out of school and runs away with buffaloes. You feel like a good person.

Democracy, Republican-style: You have two cows. Your neighbor has none. You move to a better neighborhood.

Singaporean Democracy: You have two cows. The government canes you for keeping unlicensed farm animals in an apartment.

Indian Democracy: You have two cows. You worship them.

Theoretical Socialism: You have two cows. The government makes you share them with your neighbors.

Actual Socialism: You have two cows. The government takes one and gives it to your neighbor, a chicken farmer. You have to take care of chickens. The government gives you as much milk and as many eggs as its regulations say a vegetarian should need. You are not vegetarian.

South American Socialism: You have two cows. The government won’t license them. After taking bribes, it regulates what you can feed them and when you can milk them. Then it pays you not to milk them. Then it takes both, shoots one, milks the other and pours the milk down the drain. Then it requires you to fill out forms accounting for the missing cows. Then it burns your village and you are drafted.

Totalitarianism: You have two cows. The government takes them and denies they ever existed. Milk is banned. You are tortured.

Soviet Communism: You have two cows. You have to take care of them, but the government takes all the milk. You stand in line all day, in the rain, for sour milk. Your neighbor denounces you for complaining and you are sent to a gulag. You write a brilliant novel about those 30 years. It is banned.

Chinese Communism: You have two cows. The government takes them, sells them to WalMart, buys US Treasury bonds, builds up its blue water navy and takes over the world.

Italian Fascism: You have two cows. The government takes both, hires you to take care of them, and sells you the milk.

German Fascism: You have two cows. The government shoots your neighbor and takes his cows.

Anarchy: You have two cows. Your neighbor shoots you and takes the cows.

Khmer Rouge Communism: You have two cows. The Government shoots you and the cows and your neighbors.

PC Multiculturalism: You are associated with (the concept of "ownership" is a symbol of the phallocentric, militaristic, intolerant past) two differently-abled (but no less valuable to the community) bovines of non-specified but similar gender. The government regulates you from exploiting them. The bovines get married as required by the Constitution and adopt a veal calf.

Obamaism: You have two cows. You are taxed for being a millionaire or billionaire.  The cows are given mandatory healthcare. Sea-level is carefully monitored. You lose your job.

Counterculturalism: Wow, dude, there’s like . . . these two cows, man. You have got to have some of this milk.

Surrealism: You have three giraffes. The government requires you to take harmonica lessons.

CrossFitism: You have two cows. You sell one and buy a bull, resulting in the birth of a calf. You carry the calf everyday until it is a bull. You are the strongest human being alive. Milk? Milk is not Paleo. Government? You take care of yourself -- it's called "fitness," baby.

----

Be excellent.

Here: CrossFitBurbank.com


FW
CrossFit Burbank

Do you...

suppose you should buy this book: "Correctly English in 100 Days(Shanghai Correctly English Society, 1934)"? The publisher's blurb is frightfully compelling: "This book is prepared for the young man who wishes to served for the foreign firms. It divided nealy hundred and ninety pages. It contains full of ordinary speak and write language....." So tempting. If you enjoy books that promise to be full of linguistical insights, it seems clear you'll rarely encounter English used in quite this fashion.

Or another book you may really really want. It has a stellar reputation. All five-stars on Amazon and various websites of interest. Dinosaur Training.  It's not easy to get. One copy on Amazon, for a hundred bucks. It's sort of a waste of time.

Hardly any real information, for all the enthusing of the reviews. It's a long pep talk from coach. About lifting HARD with HEAVY weight!!! The author is a lawyer, and absolutely in love with saying the same thing eight slightly different ways in the same paragraph. Cuz, like, that makes it better. Two possibilities. Either he is a writer, and so he writes a lot; or he's not a writer, and so he writes a lot. Alas, he needed an editor. The book would have been a fifth of its current length. Chapters are about 6 pages long. What does that tell us? He's collected his rants, and shared them. A good thing, if you need to be motivated, or if the philosophy is new to you, of lifting HARD with HEAVY weight like the oldtime REAL MEN used to do.

Or another book on fitness training. Infinite Intensity! Groovy name. All you need is a catchy title and you're set. Infinite Dinosaurs! That should be the name of some dude's program! But why is it that these writers all have such porous prose? We want density. The author of Infinite Intensity gives a quote from some contemporary athlete: "You may be bigger and stronger, but I have more will." They do love these sorts of sayings. Sounds good, doesn't it. As if virtue will prevail.

But did it take no will to become bigger and stronger? Is the presumption always that such attributes are gifts, unearned and undeserved? The reasoning doesn't track. The variables correlate randomly. Some are big and strong with will, some without. Some have will, and are big and strong, and some are not. As for will, perhaps it will be the deciding factor, and perhaps not. Your will is insignificant, no matter how great, if the other guy's size and power dominate it regardless of his will. Will comes into play only in extremis. If it never gets to that point, it is incidental.

Regardless, here's a new inspirational quote: "Failure just means you've found your next goal." (wise saying by FW, famous internet fitness philosopher) Subscribe to FW's weekly private newsletter at the low low cost of only a one-time joining fee of $51.96 and a low low monthly payment of 17.23 Euros automatically deducted from checking account to receive very many similarely insighful and witty origigal wordings for young fatnass persons in firms wishes correctly to workout extra ordinarily fitnose.

Or, if instead you'd like to just get to it, doing what it takes to get fit, well, FitWorks. Some talk, yes, but backed up with work and results.

Be excellent.

Here: CrossFitBurbank.com

FW
CrossFit Burbank

Wax Man

No, this time he's just gone too far.

That NY pol, noted of late for the unsolicited tweeting of marital photos to co-eds.  That in itself seems beyond the Pale, but, hey, guys are guys, right? Sort of kind of immature, flashing one's self around like that, but it's a confusing age, is all that we can say. 

But a man who has to shave twice a day, this hairless? Seems unlikely. Dude's waxing.  Hey, to each his own, and who wants to look like he's wearing a sweater made out of Brillo Pad.  But why so extreme?  A little verisimilitude might be nice. Maybe just a trim? -- a little artful shaping? Manscaping? Cuz this is ... it's ... just unamerican, is what it is. Unseemly.  Point being, why the shame, Mr. Weiner? We aren't born this way, baby, we grow into it.

Doubt it? Object lessons:

Not so pretty, eh? Hair, no hair ... alien, vampire, mutant, zombie, disease-ridden freak ... be what you are.  Think about it.  Then, not only in your body, but in your character,

Be excellent.

Here: CrossFitBurbank.com

FW

CrossFit Burbank