Twists of the knife are subtle.
When I notice Lord Invisi-lat getting his pump on doing cable triceps pressdowns, intently staring at himself in the gigantic mirror halfway across the gym, I quietly position myself halfway between him and the angry guy in the mirror he's trying to be, obstruct his view with kettlebell presses, and note his frustration. Â The angrier he gets that I'm blocking his narcissistic view, the happier I become... and the more motivated I am to do kettlebell presses. Â
You think he catches on that every one of my sets coincides directly with his? Â Neither do I.














