Today, I'd like to talk about a serious topic: butt winking.  Yes, you read that correctly.

Contrary to what you may think, the "butt wink" is a very scientific term (ok, not really), and it happens when someone is trying to twerk while squatting.  And for those of you who may not be as familiar with Miley Cyrus (that means you, Mom), a butt wink is when someone tucks their pelvis/butt under at the bottom of a squat.  

It's actually a pretty common flaw in someone's squat, but before you start "dancing with Molly," there's something you should know: a butt wink can be a serious "wrecking ball" to your squat and spine.

(Epic self-five for not one, but TWO Miley references in one sentence!)

While I was researching my blog post last week, I stumbled upon an interesting infographic from February 1944, in Popular Science magazine. Now, wartime propaganda and hilarious Pepsi-Cola advertisements aside, there were some key takeaways:

• 3% of "Young Men" could not do a chin up, while 25% could not do 5 chin ups.
• 24% could not vault a waist-high obstacle
• I'm not quite sure what "skin the cat" means (do I even want to?), but 40% couldn't do it...and that sounds depressing.

Now, as someone who used to work with younger kids, I can definitively say that if those same tests were administered to today's youth, the results would be staggering.

Walk into most bootcamps, Crossfit boxes, and "cardio" classes, and you'll likely see someone, somewhere doing burpees.  Now, the funny part is that no one actually LIKES burpees.  In fact, I'm pretty sure no one in the history of mankind has ever said, "Damn, I wish there were more burpees."  And if someone did, I would make sure I'm nowhere near that masochistic animal.  

Burpees are terrible - this we know.  But, there's a lil' sumpin' sumpin' I need to get off my chest: anytime I see a workout filled with a ton of burpees, it makes me want to bash my face in with a rake....because it gives "training" a bad name.

Why?  Plain and simple, burpees are a waste of time, and they'll likely do more harm than good.  I can't remember the last time I had anyone do a burpee, and frankly, can't see any reason why I'd have someone do them again.  

The Fourth of July is one of my favorite holidays.  In fact, it's a close second to Christmas.  After all, nothing says America like beer, air conditioning, and blowing things up.

Ironically, other than the 4th, I really can't stand the month of July.  The combination of the heat, humidity, and that I sweat so much I'd make any NBA player envious, have fully morphed me into your prototypical old, grumpy New Englander.  Anything over 75 degrees is simply just too hot, and dare I say, it has me longing for that polar vortex.

Preface: As you could probably surmise from the title, this post is a bit different than my normal content.  To warn you, it's a bit of a rant, but if you stick with it, there is a message at the end.  Plus, it's my blog, so I can kind of do what I want. :)

As some of you may know, this past weekend was kind of a big deal. Lindsay and I were traveling to the midwest on Friday morning so that my parents could meet hers, and we had our wedding shower on Saturday night.  It was going to be a great weekend where we'd get a ton of family time. Or, so we thought....

Little did we know, by Saturday night our weekend seemed more like an episode of Seinfeld than real life.