It's going to be a hard-fought battle. I'm not taking any shortcuts or looking for an easy way out. I want a wide, powerful back and mountains for biceps. I'm looking to carve that back into a thick slab of pure, raw muscle mass with cuts and striations like the statue of a Greek God. You won't see me rowing cables or tossing 10 pound dumbbells around like a wimpy little spandex clown. You'll see me in the corner of the gym, where most people steer clear of, where dust gathers the quickest. I'll be grinding out sets of heavy deadlifts with all of the passion and heart I can muster. The kind of sets that make your teeth grit, your gut wrench, your entire body burn and on some occasions, your lunch go flying. I'll be following that up with overhand wide-grips chin-ups, barbell rows and barbell shrugs. I purposely choose the toughest exercises because I know that they reap the greatest rewards. I'm not afraid of hard work.