The legend of Brock Stone grew in the local CrossFit gym like moss on a kettlebell.

Brock didn’t just live; he conquered. He didn’t eat; he “fuelled.” So, when Brock’s girlfriend, Tiffany, asked him to host Christmas dinner for her refined epicure parents, Brock viewed it as a tactical operation.

“A turkey,” Brock grunted, staring at the huge 25-pound frozen bird in his sink. “Basically just a giant, flightless protein shake. No problem.”

Brock approached the dinner like a combat operation. For an apron, he strapped on his weighted tactical vest. He then acknowledged the bird was a solid block of permafrost. Brock, believing in thermal intensity, took the turkey into his custom infrared sauna.

“Sweat it out, soldier,” he whispered, checking his heart rate monitor.

Once the bird was semi-malleable, it was time for the “rub.” Brock didn’t use butter; he used a proprietary blend of imported Indian ghee and pre-workout........

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