Posted on January 23, 2019
by Steve Janowick
Everyone is an expert in 2019!
Just pick your topic and I guarantee there’ll be at least 47,000 nitwits on YouTube eagerly waiting for your thumb push so they can confidently espouse their so-called expertise on said topic.
And nowhere is the know-it-all annoyance more free-flowing than in the fitness world. Every barb-wire tattooed roid-head who can squat a small sedan. Every overzealous, new-age, cross-fitter looking to convert the world. Every Jabba the Hut turned Channing Tatum via the latest and greatest diet and cardio routine. What do they all have in common? They’re all mega-authorities. Wizards of the weights. Connoisseurs of the calisthenic. Eager to impart their workout wisdom.
And, sadly, I’ve gotten sucked in more times than I can count.
Some routines and techniques were more effective than others, but the one thing they all had in common? They were all temporary fixes-either too boring, difficult or inconvenient to sustain.
So, what do I attribute my freakishly handsome, lean and muscular physique to? Uh…lots of sarcasm? But no, seriously, I’m in decent shape for my age and have maintained it for pretty much my entire adult life. So, how?
That’s right. The tried and true push-up. First introduced to me by my older brother when I was just a wee lad, this basic upper-body movement has been an integral part of my life for as long as I can remember. I’ve probably done over a quarter million of them since my first one. Confidence booster, boredom killer, stress reliever, strength barometer: the push-up has been like a trusted friend through the years for me, mitigating more frustration, aggression and depression than any high-priced shrink ever could have.
The poor man’s gym, a floor with a little space was all the equipment I needed to build mass, sculpt muscle, increase strength and harden my core. And if I happen to be meeting someone I want to impress in a few minutes on a summer’s day? No problem-just drop down and blast out 25 quick ones to get that veiny, arm pump to stretch those shirt sleeves. Just don’t be too douchey in the process.
No, I’m certainly not an expert in anything. But I do know that this simple exercise should be a part of every man’s daily life. Ingrained in it like his receding hairline. An extension of himself. The physical, mental, emotional, and hell, even spiritual, benefits are unmatched for the minimal investment put in. It’s the anytime, anywhere, no excuses exercise.
And best of all, it doesn’t require a cheese ball video tutorial from Alan the alpha.
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