I had hoped it wouldn’t come to this. I had hoped I’d be able to resist the temptation to sully our dear readers’ innocent minds with an entire blog post dedicated to a shady industry and a product of dubious safety, efficacy, and fundamental logic.
But alas, here we are. This is the blog post all about pre-workout names — an idea I alluded to in my previous post, How Do You Do, Fellow Kids? Gen Z-speak in naming and branding — because they’re just so gloriously insane, I can’t help it. (The two mentioned in that previous post are very mild compared to what’s ahead.)