As I sit here, eating my fully microwavable Aunt Jemima Scrambled Eggs Breakfast, I’m comforted in the fact that I will never have to flip a comically-sized tire uphill for no apparent reason. My writing skills are not determined by how fast I can do dips while some crazed trainer smacks me in the face with a cushioned pad. At no point in my life will I have to put on a rash guard and carry medicine balls, despite my love for pharmaceuticals delivered in spherical shapes. My daily routine consists of looking at the pile of dishes in my sink and turning my head in horror, followed by looking in the peep hole in my front door to see what my hot neighbor is doing. That’s my life, and I live it with great honor.
Now check out two guys that train like maniacs on a daily basis purely for our own entertainment. [Source]