Five hours ago, I ignited my Kamado Joe grill and tossed a Cowboy Ribeye on board.

‘Twas grass-fed and ready to handle an encounter with wood charcoal heat at 600 degrees.

Hot.

Once my slab of cow muscle was cooked to medium-rare, I chomped down on it with glee.

With each bite I could feel super fuel supercharging my brain.

After pounding my steak I didn’t have to worry about eating another morsel of anything.

No vegetables. No potatoes. No rice. No beans. And definitely no freakin bread.

Such is the way of the modern day warrior.

You want energy? You want testosterone? You want to kick ass all day long and deep into the night?

Then model the Mongols – not the grain eaters who got their asses kicked because they didn’t have the strength, stamina or intestinal fortitude to fight to the finish.

Now you might think it’s a bad thing to eat late at night.

Truth is, at least as far as I’m concerned, it’s only bad to eat late at night when you’re eating something other than meat.

When you eat a ribeye, you get energized. Big time. In my particular case, when I finished my meat, I went outside to sit in my sanctuary.

Yes, I sat.

People in the dark would love you to believe that sitting is bad for you, that it’s the “new smoking.”

My ass.

So long as you aren’t parked for more than a day or two at a time, sitting is fine.

It’s especially fine when you sit with good posture and work on your breathing.

It’s even more fine when you get up and do a few lengthening exercises along with your bridging, Hindu pushups, pull-ups, Hindu squats and so on.

But even those exercises aren’t enough for el Furecat anymore.

So he keeps adding to his repertoire of exercises, including tai chi, qi gong, club and mace swinging, rope skipping, walking and running.

This evening I worked on a number of rope twining exercises I learned from David Weck, inventor of the BOSU Ball.

I started doing these exercises at midnight and the next thing you know, it’s 2:02 AM.

Sure, I could go to sleep now and be a good little Furecat – but what a waste that would be.

Why not seat me buttocks on some pine and play a little music on this here jukebox.

Yes, that Cowboy Ribeye seems to be causing me to use more grammatically improper slang, but at least there’s no twang, as if I give a dang. 

Anyway, my point in all this is quite simple: Those roping exercises I’m doing … HOLY COW.

Talk about turning back the clock.

I’m in absolute awe. Not only do these exercises stimulate your whole body with absolutely zero pounding of your joints, but when you go to sleep, you have the most unbelievable dreams imaginable.

These exercises wake your body and mind up in ways I cannot fully articulate in this dispatch.

But I will definitely find it within me to go into illustrious detail on these exercises in the new videos that I’ll be putting up very soon on my Member’s Only Site.

You are going to be stunned. But only if you’re free enough to subscribe by clicking on the last word you see in this sentence, NOW.

Well, my friend, that’s all for now.

Kick ass – take names.

El Furecat
笔名 – aka Matt Furey

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