Читать книгу Solitary Fitness - You Don't Need a Fancy Gym or Expensive Gear to be as Fit as Me - Charles Bronson - Страница 22

My way makes a mockery of the fitness world as I do it on the basics. I don’t want pills or silly drinks or steroids! Sure, I miss the steaks, but even so I don’t need it, so why do you? Why do I need a £300 pair of shoes or a £10 sweatband to look good? My sweat drips in my eyes and down my body, but it’s pure sweat, good honest sweat. I want to feel the rewards of my workouts drip down my brow. How many films have featured Bruce Willis wearing a vest, dripping gallons of sweat from his brow … what if he wore a pretty pink-coloured sweatband around his head?

My heart is in good shape. Is Arnie’s? He needed an open-heart operation! They say his condition was hereditary. Let me ask you one question and think before you answer: would you sooner look like Daley Thompson or Arnie? Myself, I’d pick Daley all the time, a natural all-rounder, a fit and fast man I admire. Any of the old-timers will recall a guy by the name of Charles Atlas. Did he do weights! In the 1930s he won a court case when he was accused of pumping iron. The only reason he pumped iron twice a week was to test his strength … nothing wrong with doing that. That Rambo geezer, he’s a superb body on him. You can’t knock the man, but can you knock me? I do it all from a hole in the ground on the total basics of life with no sweetness. Thirty years I’ve survived a war and I’m still on top. I’ve been to hell and back, and lived in the belly of the beast.