My living comes from the world of strength and conditioning. I help people everywhere lose fat, build muscle, and uncover their athleticism. For sport, looks, and life in general. Because of this, most people find it surprising I haven’t always been some kind of athletic freak.
I didn’t play sports in high school. I never had a letterman’s jacket. And no matter how hard I tried, playing under Friday night lights was never going to happen.
I wasn’t an athletic freak. Instead, I had athletic misfortune.
My freshman year on the football field made this painfully obvious. But when I say football field, don’t misconstrue. It was the practice field, not the game field. And most of the time I spent on that practice field was lying flat on my back. (I was regularly obliterated by Pat Larimore, Derek Bickford, and Spencer Lloyd. Sometimes all three at once.)
As a third-string linebacker, I played on “scout D” during practice. Basically, we served as stand-ins and proverbial punching bags for the starters on offense.
As the smallest linebacker on the team, I got killed. Daily. Friends on the sideline would make bets about how many times I’d wind up on my back in practice.
I envied the natural athleticism of so many guys on the team.
My Athletic Misfortune
Some people win the genetic lottery and naturally develop into freak athletes. I’m not one of those people. I looked on in awe as I saw guys like Delano Howell on the field. Delano was an athletic freak. Still is. After high school football, he went to Stanford on a full-ride scholarship. After that, the NFL.
Then there’s me. Planted firmly on the opposite side of the natural athlete spectrum.
Instead of athletic gifts, I had athletic misfortune. Everyone was bigger, faster, and stronger. That’s at least how it felt. Shoot, I even looked up to the athleticism of second-stringers.
Football my freshman year hurt—both literally and figuratively.
I literally got beat up at practice. Every. Single. Day. Even still, my chin has a strange bump from when it got cracked one day in practice. (That was a big hit, Bickford.)
As if to add insult to perpetual injury, being on the team that year taught me a harsh reality of life. Sometimes, we’re just not good enough. Sure, we always hear that effort is what really counts. (Cue Rudy, right?) But it’s simply not true.
Without size, strength, and speed, even my best effort on the field wasn’t good enough. Ever. Not even good enough for second-string. As a 14-year-old kid, that’s hard to grapple with.
I wasn’t a naturally gifted athlete. But when that changed, my entire life followed suit.
Deciding to Become An Athletic Freak
I wish I could say that I got focused that offseason, hit the weights hard, and unleashed my inner athletic freak. But I can’t. My life isn’t a movie. And after only one year of high-school sports, I hung up my cleats for good.
Instead of focusing on football, I started focusing on things that I was actually good at—playing both bass and way too much World of Warcraft.
My band played sweet venues in LA and Hollywood. My shaman dominated in PVP battlegrounds and arenas. But my athletic freak lay dormant.
Years passed. Waistbands tightened. Athleticism waned.
Yes, things got even worse before they got better. It wasn’t until I was in college and the worst shape of my life that I realized something needed to change.
Here’s How I Took Athletic Misfortune And Unleashed My Athletic Freak
It started the same way it does for most people—I picked up jogging, tore a workout from my favorite fitness magazine, and did my best to eat better. Simple stuff. And it worked like a charm. I dropped fat, shaved inches off my waistline, and gained a new brand of confidence.
It also stalled the same way it does for most people—I hit a plateau and my results came screeching to a halt.
The same workout routine and diet strategies that had been working suddenly stopped and I felt stuck. Even though I tried to tighten the proverbial bolts, there was no use. The honeymoon phase of my new relationship with fitness was over.
To kickstart new progress, I needed more than a cookie-cutter magazine program. I needed something more strategic. I needed advanced strategies, backed by science.
And that’s exactly what I found.
First Came the Fat Loss, Then Came the Freak
As a natural chubster, my first goal was to take fat loss to the next level. Let’s be honest, I had dreams about a flat stomach and six-pack abs. And with the right strategies, it happened.
Advanced training tactics helped me level up my fat loss, flatten my belly, and whittle away my love handles.
To this day, I still use the fat-loss techniques that helped me break through my plateau—for myself and for everybody I coach. Simply put, things like intermittent fasting, density training, carb cycling, and metabolic resistance training work.
Even though I lost inches and uncovered my abs, I needed something more to let the athletic freak out of its cage.
Sure, I shed fat and looked fit. But I didn’t merely want to look fit, I wanted to be a freak. I wanted to both look and feel athletic. And I wanted to uncover the kind of freak athleticism I envied back when I was on the football field.
When I started training for strength and size, I got what I wanted.
Again, I looked to advanced, science-backed strategies to help me achieve my goals. Within a couple months, I put pound after pound on my frame and all my lifts. I set new personal records and grew out of my shirts. I even had someone at the gym ask me if I was training for the Olympics (true story).
It happened. I wasn’t just fit, I was a freak. And I loved it.
Ready to Find Your Athletic Freak?
It’s your turn to unleash the beast. To get bigger, stronger, and start stretching shirt sleeves. To set free your inner athletic freak.
Enter Freak Muscle.
Besides having super sweet last names, the brothers Johnson are some of the best coaches I know. (They literally train Avengers. Well, movie stars that play Avengers.) And Freak Muscle is their latest brainchild. I’m not kidding when I say that the program is incredible.
They were kind enough to let me take a look before it was released to the public. I was immediately sold—hook, line, sinker—and started the program myself.
When progress hits a plateau—which it will—a good program tweaks your training to break it. Things like adding more weight, using new variations, and adjusting macros are all signs of a good program. But why settle for good when you can have great? A great program won’t merely help you break a plateau, it’ll help you shatter it.
Freak Muscle is that great program.
The Sons of Strength used advanced techniques and science-backed strategies to design a 12-week program that’ll unleash your athletic freak. Period.
Question is… Are you ready to set it free?
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