Welcome back kids. All right, I won't bog you down with a bunch of unnecessary exposition -- here's the third day of my big, fat workout. I'll include notes on the exercises as well as technique cues, where applicable. Someone emailed me -- I do give out free advice ya know; see the Contact page -- asking how often I practice Krav Maga. The answer is anywhere from 4-5 times a week, although I'll...

As mentioned yesterday, I've started whipping myself back into shape after a few too many nights of meatballs, whisky, and NYC-inspired Tom Foolery. However, this year's Big Diet will be markedly different as I intend on doing ZERO CARDIO. Not that cardio is "evil" or "eats teh muscle"; it's just that cardio is: Inefficient. If I'm going to head halfway across Manhattan to exercise, I want to...

I'm not the type that likes to get too out of shape. Don't get me wrong, I don't "eat for the abs" all year and I certainly don't carry around a knapsack full of Tupperware. And while I may get hungry when I'm out, you'll never hear stories of me stuffing cold cuts down my pants in case I get a hankering for a "clean" low carb snack at the club. Still, if you earn a living in this industry -- in...

Shameless plug for an original piece I have running at the awesome Men's Health website. Personal training is a huge business. Back in 1997 (when I started) it was just a way for young, fit people to earn spare cash that didn't involve waiting tables or standing out front of lame night clubs asking 17 year-olds for photo ID. Nowadays, forget about it. According to the New York Times, it's one of...

Check Your Head! Most NYC gyms leave a lot to be desired. Typically they’re crowded, cramped, sweltering places filled with equipment that was already out of date back when Arnold was flubbing his lines shooting Hercules in New York. As such, I joined a franchise gym that allows me to bounce around from location to location. Mostly this was to alleviate stress -- if I get annoyed trying to squat...

Big Fish, Little Pond So I finally made it to my first Mr. Olympia. No, I wasn’t competing (thanks for asking). I wasn’t even in Las Vegas to attend the event. I was in town for a wedding that just happened to coincide with bodybuilding’s biggest show of the year. And my bodybuilding brethren were there in full force -- in the hotels, at the buffets, cruising the strip, and of course, lounging...

Death, Taxes, and New Year's Fails There are only three things in life you can truly bank on, after the standard death and taxes: Number one: a strip club will have an ATM. Number two: when you call the credit card company to question activity on your account the night after visiting a strip club, it will be a cute sounding girl on the line. And number three: any resolution made on New Year's...