If you’re going to be a bone-crunching fitness machine, the first step is dressing the part. If you’re going to be a boxing champion, you don a gray sweatsuit, black stocking cap, and go around Philadelphia punching carcasses at the butcher shop and running up all the stairs you can find. Before you know it, there’s a statue dedicated to you, even if you were only a fictional character. (Time to re-watch Rocky for inspiration?) We’re 24 already- it’s about time for a statue in our honor.
Ellen and I put on our toughest outfits.
Take a lesson ferocity from a trained master. Purple sunglasses, step one.
Want to look like a rabid, won’t-take-no-for-an-answer jungle cat? Lift a tire that’s full of water. Hurling it, optional.
Also, wear as many colors as possible as an intimidation tactic.