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You know, friends, there was a time when I would have said “Guys that work out are just compensating for having a small dick“.
I would have said “Getting fit doesn’t mean anything. I’m smart. I’m funny. That’s all I need. Muscles are for guys who are too stupid to form a sentence“.
Today, at the gym I was confronted yet again with the reality of it.
Being jacked changes everything. It changes you in ways you can’t even imagine ’til you get some weights in your hands and muscles on your body.
When you get a little bigger and get a little stronger and get a little leaner you know what happens? You get more respect from people.
Random people start deferring to you.
You get more smiles and stares from the girls.
You start to get respectful head nods from random guys.
Being smart and funny and nice and cool is great and all, but it doesn’t get you respect from strangers and awe from women.
When you hear someone say “Being fit doesn’t mean anything! It doesn’t make any difference.” you can be sure of one thing: They have never, ever, ever been fit and experienced what it’s like. Because once you’ve been fit, boy, you know it changes everything. It changes your confidence level and it changes other people perception and respect for you. That ain’t no joke.
It’s like a poor person saying “Money doesn’t change you“. Boys, having a little money in your pocket changes you and having a little muscle on your frame changes you. Without question.
Today at the gym I was going to use a rope for some triceps pulldowns. I walked over to where it was and asked the fella near it if he was using it. He said “Yeah, but only like one more set“. I nodded my approval and walked to the other side of the gym to the other pulley apparatus. The fella finished up his set, removed the rope pulley and walked it all the way across the gym and handed it to me.
Leaving the gym the pretty little blonde girl at the counter gives me a big, bright shining smile and I walk out into the rain. I’m not about to run to my truck, I’m not about to put my gym bag over my head. I’m gonna walk in the rain and let it wash over me, ’cause I’m alive boy, and it feels great.
I get out to my truck and start the drive home and on the radio is some song crying about bullies. Bully this, bully that blah blah blah. I think to myself why are these little babies singing about bullies when they could be in the gym getting stronger. Bullies only pick on the weak so they decide to sing about it? There’s time for crying about bullies (never) and there’s time for action.
Right now is that time.
I have been pumped up about this release all day, just waiting for midnight to get it out.
I tried to keep it short and succinct like all my other work but the damn thing came in at over 100+ pages. Of course, I do have pictures of each and every exercise for easy reference.
I also threw in a special little free bonus.
It’s gonna be $7 for 24 hours and that’s a damn steal! There is no other deal like that on the planet..
Follow it and you can expect some jacked-ness to occur.
PS – You can go to the sales page here to read more about it (and maybe see an old picture or two of skinny Victor). Enjoy.
PPS – I have a few advance copies to give out. If you have a blog and want to do a review shoot me an email for your review copy.