Right. He’s 52. Doing 550 of anything in an hour seems like it’s just asking for joint pain. For some reason all I can think of is this guy coming in the house after his workout and having to elevate his elbow on a couch throw pillow because its swollen. Then his wife comes home with the groceries and asks him to bring in the milk. Here’s his chance to show her what a big strong man he is but he cant…he just doesn’t have the ability to lift it with his arms swollen and locked in a T-Rex pose. His wife looks through the kitchen window to see him struggling to pick up the milk. She’s had enough. She can’t stop thinking about how strong Derek at the office looked when he replaced the water cooler jug. This was the last sign she needed. She files for divorce. He has to sell his kettle bells to pay for a lawyer. He can’t take anymore heartbreak. The soon to be ex wife is living with Derek now. She stops by the old house to pick up the mail. She hears a sound coming from the garage. She opens the door. It’s kettle bell guy. He’s hanging from a beam with an extension cord around his neck…GWAR playing on full blast. She notices that when he died his muscles relaxed and he has shit himself. She made the right decision she thinks to herself.