As I grow older, I have come to the realization that I can no longer train alone; I need a trainer! I need someone to motivate me and get me up early in the morning to run, play basketball and lift weights. Well, here is my trainer...Franz Climberhoffenoddle.
Franz has worked with weights since he was two years old. Before Franz could crawl, he was juggling 5lb bags of sugar; at five he was serving as the jack for the family car when it was time to rotate the tires. Franz is one of the world's strongest men. He competes every year in the World's Super Strongest Man-That-Can-Move-More-Weight-Than-A-Bulldozer Contest. Just last year, he was able to pull a truck full of molten lava with his teeth on one leg up a 500 foot hill before the truck melted. There was just one problem; Franz severely pulled all of the muscles below his chest. The picture you see is of Franz at his lowest weight since childhood...175lbs. He is literally a shell of himself as 150lbs of his 175lb frame are now centralized above his chest...as you can sorta tell from the picture. Pray for Franz as he begins training for next year's competition; he hopes to push a fleet of tugboats full of lead across the English Channel during a hurricane with his head! Go Franz!
In case you have not figured it out...I love humor. This is a computer generated picture of a friend of mine who always keeps me laughing. I am very thankful for his humor, and the way he is always pointing me to the cross with his life. Thank you Alan for all that you do!
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