If I were a billionaire, then I would live in a château, surrounded by many square miles of woodland and grassland.
In the forest would be herds of deer and elk and wild boar, and flocks of partridge and pheasant. In the grassland would be herds of bison and wild cattle. In the lakes and streams would be steelhead trout, pike and bass. I would enthusiastically hunt and fish these lands, keeping the larder amply supplied with fresh meat, fish and poultry.
Closer to the château would be acres of organic gardens and orchards, carefully tended by my expert staff, who woul keep the pantry filled with bushels of fresh fruit, vegetables and nuts, and the cellar stocked with fine wine.
In the large conservatories adjoining the château would be a tropical orchard producing papayas, mangoes, coconuts, avocados, cupuaçu and açai berries.
In a slightly less-foliated area of the conservatories, with sunlight streaming in through the ferns and palms, would be my gymnasium. It would naturally be well-stocked with olympic bars, racks, kettlebells and dumbbells. There would also be an MMA ring, heavy bag, speed bag, medicine balls and various sparring weapons; mats, rings and bars for gymnastic exercises, and a cinder track for sprinting. There would be a lap pool, a sauna and hot and cold jacuzzis.
Nearby would be great coolers filled with Rez-V, Alpha Male, Receptormax, Power Drive, Spike, Surge Workout Fuel, Surge Recovery, BCAAs, Creatine, Superfood, Finibars, and Flameout.
Of course, I would have a 50-meter underground pistol range, a 600-meter rifle range a short drive from the château, and an outdoor obstacle course modeled after the one at the Ranger School at Fort Benning.
Separated from the château by a stroll through the woods and a large Japanese garden, near the helipad, would be a number of guest houses, which would house Charles Poliquin, Christian Thibaudeau, Pavel Tsatsouline, and Clint Smith, among others.
After our grueling training sessions, I would invite my neighbor Pushharder (who would also be a billionaire) to fly over with a few young ladies from his harem. We would all feast on roasted bison, elk, and pheasant, enormous salads and steamed fresh vegetables, tropical fruits and generous glasses of the château’s own Pinot and Syrah.
We would sit on the vast terrace, discussing training, music, philosophy, politics, sex, and world domination, until the stars blanketed the heavens.
We would then retire for the evening, each perhaps in the company of a beautiful young lady, our enthusiasm enhanced by Alpha Male, and slumber thereafter assisted by Z-12 and ZMA.
Then would come the dawn, time to do it all over again.
It would be a hard life, but I would manage somehow.
You should check out some of Tim Ferriss’ training articles, he seems very knowledgeable.
