I’m going to tell you something that would have sounded like blasphemy to twenty-five-year-old me. Six months ago, I voluntarily took apart my beloved squat rack, sold the pieces to a guy named Dennis from Craigslist, and replaced the entire setup with a single cable machine. After two decades of track training, coaching, and building home gyms that looked like miniature commercial facilities, I did the one thing I swore I’d never do. I went all-in on cables. And honestly? My training has never been better. My clients agree. The functional trainer sitting in that four-foot span of wall where…
