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The Strongest You Is Locked Behind a Governor

by- Josh Bryant Tom Haviland  defeating the internal governor by “electing” farmer’s walks. Remember that trip to Ciudad Juarez, senoritas, margaritas, and a night in jail that would make a priest blush? You had a few drinks and nothing in your brain was telling you no. You are walking down Avenida Juarez when a wild…

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Stop Snoozing, Start Adapting

by- Josh Bryant Johnnie Jackson smoking 832 under Josh’s tutelage. Specificity is king and accommodation is queen. When they work together synergistically, you build a strength kingdom. I hammer specificity because it drives real progress, but there are times in the gym when you gotta change the stimulus. Do it correctly and that is phase…

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Mass and Mastery: Muscle. Skill. Power.

by- Josh Bryant Strongest bodybuilder of all-time, Joe Mackey, 910 deadlift. Think of your body like a factory. Muscle is the workforce. More muscle equals a bigger labor pool. More strength equals higher production. Simple math. But size alone doesn’t get the job done. If those workers don’t know what the hell they’re doing, you’ve…

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Strap Up or Shut Up

Self-appointed strength messiahs preach “no straps” like it’s scripture. Meanwhile they’d get dragged across a parking lot by a Golden Retriever on a Dollar Store leash. Same energy as those college business professors lecturing about permits while the real builders are greasing politicians and paying off the mob to keep the job moving. Zip it,…

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Saddle Up Your Mind: The Small-Town Pharmacist Who Hacked the Subconscious

by- Josh Bryant He wasn’t a guru or mystic.He was a small-town pharmacist in France—Émile Coué.A working man in a white coat surrounded by drugs—until he found something stronger than medicine: belief. The Accidental DiscoveryWhen Coué said, “This will help you feel better,” people did.When he said nothing—they didn’t.That’s when it hit him—belief might be…

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The Sprint Prescription: Power, Muscle, and Longevity in One Shot

by- Josh Bryant Josh — flying up some Texas limestone. Whether you’re trying to up your Tinder batting average, outrun the 5-0s, dominate the company flag football league, or just not get winded hauling groceries—sprinting delivers. Sprinting’s the Swiss Army knife of training.It builds horsepower, carves muscle, melts fat, spikes endurance, and rewires your nervous…

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Follow the plan. Grow the man.

by- Josh Bryant Any talk about ‘training optimization’ without addressing adherence is just an intellectual circle jerk. You can have the most scientifically sound, data-backed, PhD-approved training plan in history—but if you don’t follow it, it’s about as effective as 15 minutes on the elliptical after gorging on pizza and Tootsie Rolls at Planet Fitness.…

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Healing Won’t Make You Strong—Work Will

Sedona’s entire economy runs on “healing.”Vortex crystal retreats. Chakra realignment. Breathwork to manifest “abundance.” It’s a comfort culture moonlighting as enlightenment—people with more time and disposable income than discipline. And thanks to the self-help industrial complex, this mindset has gone nationwide. Therapy culture has not only made perpetual venting acceptable, but made you a Neanderthal…

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My Biggest Mistake: Why Majoring in the Minors Almost Benched My Career

by- Josh Bryant Josh doing cheat front raises in 2006 at Metroflex Gym One of the biggest mistakes I ever made in my strength career wasn’t skipping workouts, eating junk, or being lazy. It was the opposite. I worked harder than an ugly stripper but I put my intensity in the wrong place. I majored…

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Bench Press Mistakes and Fixes: From the Outhouse to the Penthouse

by- Josh Bryant Never Miss a Rep – Bulletproof Your Bench with Josh & Mark Bell In parts of Appalachia, a boy’s rite of passage wasn’t a trophy or a certificate—it was Pawpaw leading him down a muddy creek bed with a mason jar and a grin. You’d wade through Laurel Fork or Tug Fork,…