Men scream and go crazy in the gym. I'm a silent workout partner, but when my adrenaline gets up, I talk trash.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I usually get all my stress and anger out at the gym. But when I get out, I'm kind of a pleasant person - really.
I vent my anger in the gym, and it calms me down.
Think of it this way: performing is like sprinting while screaming for three, four minutes. And then you do it again. And then you do it again. And then you walk a little, shouting the whole time. And so on. Your adrenaline quickly overwhelms your conditioning.
Going to the gym on my own I struggle with, but when I'm in there with a teammate or a group of guys, it's the ultimate environment.
People are living a lot longer these days and not preparing for it. I'm in the gym and, you know, using my voice.
People always tell me I have a lot of guy energy.
Nowadays men lead lives of noisy desperation.
Maybe guys also have insecurities, but in a sporting arena, they keep it to themselves. I can't do that.
My clients train hard. They don't scream or throw weights - they just push hard, trying to get more out of themselves than their bodies want to give, trying to walk that terrible, beautiful line between controlled aggression and all-out insanity.
I talk too quiet, and I have to yell on stage.