Running a company with a staff prone to bone breaks, disfigurement and contract nausea means that you can’t count on any one of them to stick around forever. From the beginning, Zuffa’s Ultimate Fighting Championship has maintained two constants: its logo, and Dana White.
“In one room,” the piece reads, “members can train by flipping 275-pound tractor wheels or swinging ropes as thick as an arm attached to a 165-pound weight.”
The expectation, unaddressed by the article, is that some poor, emaciated schlub can invite muscle tears and hernias by flipping a giant rubber tire over and over again. I have nothing but respect for a martial artist’s daily grind, but it’s nothing that should be attempted by someone with a lazy heart and a muffin top looking for that “UFC experience.” If my local gym begins offering snorkel training, I’ll know who to blame.