You see them in the big boxing gyms. Rows and rows of hinges, pulleys and weight stacks. They stare at you and promise a solution. Each one silently says, “use me and I will fulfill all of your fitness desires.” Each one tells that lie.
Similar to a “magic pill”, or in this case a magic machine. The lie that says if you use some gadget or gizmo, you’ll be turned into the fitness God you see on the cover of magazines. I have two words for this: Bull. Shit.