August 12, 2010 0

Swole: Mark of The Beast

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It’s been a brutally hot past few months here in Utah…we’re talking 100+ degrees every day. Needless to say, temps like these rank my interest in climbing somewhere up there between having teeth pulled and kidney stones. Regardless, it’s difficult to sit back and watch your calluses fall off and your hard-earned Hueco shoulders and lats dwindle until you look more like Paul Jung or Tim Keenan than, say…… I don’t know….John Kuphal or Jose Rodriguez? In light of this my wife Mary and I have taken to the underground….A cooler-than-outside, yet incredibly unfriendly place where the masochistic thrive and swole happens. A dusty torture chamber 6 feet under…. We call it “The Beastment”.

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