by Jonas Barnes It’s a new year and a new decade, readers. I’ve given you a full week to get settled, and now I’m here to set you straight. If you’re a gym goer, you’ve surely already noticed that this week is a short breathed, sweaty hellscape of newly resolution-driven

I bet you woke up today and you’ve already dropped the ball on your New Year’s resolution. Congratulations, you’re human! I could wax poetic about the surging population of these “new year, new me” degenerates looking for a new personality to don in 2013, but I digress. I’ll quietly restrain