When I joined “Awesome Camp,” the idea wasn’t to get “jacked” or “ripped” or “freaky huge” or any of the other descriptors plastered across the giant tubs of protein I had to buy; my goal was simply to get “awesome,” and to determine what exactly that meant as I went. I was assured that my body would change. The biggest changes, however, would happen where no one could see them.
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