Last night Austin went outside and lifted weights at 8 pm in the unheated, unlit shed. It was 20 degrees and pitch black. I heard some primal screams as he flung weights around but I tried not to pay too much attention. Apparently changing it up sometimes is good for the soul, and for the workout.
I'm not quite sure how physical austerity and deprivation is linked to manliness, but there seems to be some link, at least in our household. A couple summers ago, Austin practiced hiking up the mountain behind our house barefoot so he could toughen up the souls of his feet. He lifts weights barefoot, even when the cement is so hot in the summer it burns his feet. I think he even lifted in 100 degree temperature with stifling humidity, inside our little oven of a shed. If it was just him living in this house, I don't know if he'd ever turn the heat or AC on.
The photo is from www.t-nation.com (Testosterone Nation: Unapologetic Muscle Building Elitists), one of Austin's must-read websites.
