This Is the Rise of the Musclebuilder
From the Brickyard | Subject: The truth about milk and muscle —— For decades, lifters have argued over the white jug. Some call it nature’s protein shake. Others call it bloating in a bottle. So what’s the truth, brother? If you’re chasing muscle, performance, and power—you’ve gotta know what’s fueling your engine. Is milk helping … Read more
Don’t be sad because it’s over—be happy because it happened. Enjoy the ride. Soak up every minute of it. Because soon enough, that ride will come to an end. When it’s over, step off with a smile—ready for the next adventure. Too many guys get stuck reminiscing. They grovel. They live in the past. Live … Read more
From the Brickyard | Subject: Long plays of epic tunes —— You know what’s better than a great song? An extended version of a great song. Those longer cuts hit different. They breathe. They build. They don’t rush the payoff. When the iron’s clanging, the trail’s stretching out, or the night’s rolling long—these tracks carry … Read more
The hammer falls. Sparks fly. From the fire steps Burly Badass—sweat, smoke, and fury made flesh. He ain’t subtle. He ain’t polished. He’s the unapologetic barbarian of the Brickyard. Burly’s not here to flex for the ’gram—he’s here to battle. He lifts heavy, doesn’t back down, and says what he means—and doesn’t give a single … Read more
There’s a difference between looking fit and being built. I didn’t understand that—until I left general fitness behind. I used to be a “general fitness” guy. A little lifting. Some running. The occasional HIIT session. Rowing, biking, circuits—whatever sounded good that day. My diet? Decent. But usually under-eating, always trying to stay “lean.” Sleep? Okay, … Read more
Hour after hour, bluff after bluff—it felt like they’d never end. Long road trips will do that. They stretch your patience and test your spirit. But they teach you something real. You can’t just stop—you’ll get nowhere. You can’t turn around—it’s wasted gas. There’s only one direction that matters: forward. And somewhere beyond all those … Read more
All Buicks. All LeSabres. There was just something about them. They were simple, clean—a nod to a bygone era. No screens. No computers. No sensors watching over your shoulder. Just you, your steed, and the open road. They weren’t “connected.” They were mechanical. You turned the key, and the car came alive. That low, honest … Read more
From the Brickyard | Subject: Physical job. Smart training. —— Some days, the grind hits different. You’ve been on your feet for ten hours—lifting, carrying, sweating, clocking real labor. You clock out, but your body’s already smoked. Still, you feel that pull. The Brickyard’s calling. You want to train. You need to train. But if … Read more