My hopes dashed once again, I left the house for my monthly trek to the local grocery store and bought the
bodybuilding magazine that had the largest “mutant” pro bodybuilder I could find on the front cover. Running
home into my bedroom as excited as a 13-year-old boy who just found his mom’s Victoria’s Secret catalog in
the mailbox, I thumbed through it, desperately searching for something (hell ANYTHING!) that would give
me some clue as to what I was doing wrong with my weight training.