For over a year, I spent my Tuesdays and Fridays sweating/grunting/bleeding/puking at Maximum Bob Whelan’s gym in Chinatown, Washington D.C. Calling it a gym might be a stretch. It was more a cave-like dwelling devoted to the voluntary infliction of pain and testing of limits. I loved everything about it.
A couple of months in, I [...]
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