by John Davison

It was 6.30 in the morning. A cold, dark, drizzly morning. I was sitting in the Departure Lounge at Londonís Heathrow Airport waiting for a flight to Dallas. That's Dallas, Texas, 5,000 miles from London, England.

"What the hell am I doing?" I thought to myself; 5,000 miles and a lot of money to hear some bloke off the Internet tell me to push my knees out when I squat.

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