THERE’S A PART of Nate Burleson that doesn’t want to be in his New Jersey basement gym on this late morning—he’s been awake since well before dawn and his triceps are already on fire.
But Burleson set up this gym date for himself, something he does three days a week—so he damn sure has to finish it.
He grabs the rope handle in front of him, inhales deeply, and blows out a whoosh of air. Then he aligns his arms to his torso, squeezes the rope
