It’s that time of year again, boys and girls and Sirc. The time when we, unlike the rest of society, train that much harder to actually justify the cakes and pies and gravy we’re about to shovel down our gullets!
So while everyone else is already planning to overcrowd the gym come January 1st, taking up treadmills and doing curls in the squat rack because of their indulgence, we’re going to indulge ourselves guilt-free by doubling our efforts on the mat, in the ring, and at the gym.
you think these guys count calories?
No, don’t do math, don’t count calories; eat whatever the hell you want, but work out hard enough that you just might throw it all back up.
Because that’s how we roll. Dinner roll, that is. Get some.