What I learned from a good “bro-hug”

The exercise wasn’t the least bit complex. In fact, I didn’t expect it to trigger the emotions that it did. Yet at that moment, I felt safe and grateful, and I wanted to hug him…. and I wasn’t sure how to feel about that.

What bench pressing, flatulence, and goal setting have in common.

My introduction to weight lifting was less than glorious. I was 20 years old, scrawny, and weak. At the time I weighed a total of 140 pounds, which was rather low for my 6-foot 1-inch height. Quite frankly I had grown tired of my physical condition.

My struggle to define masculinity

For years, I gave people the power to define masculinity for me. This confused the heck out of me. Truth is, I’ve been given an example of who I want to model my life after….