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Bad circulation

Your gym has benefits beyond getting stacked — it can be a life-saver, too. This month: how to boost your circulation for a better looking body and future

THE SIGNS

Numbness, skin discoloration, fluid in your extremities, pain during exercise and skin infections. The medical term is “peripheral vascular disease” (PVD) and you often won’t realize you have it. Consult your GP if you exhibit any of the above symptoms— especially if you smoke, are overweight or have high blood pressure.

DIAGNOSIS

Your GP will perform an “ankle brachial pressure index test” to check the blood pressure in your lower limbs. An X-ray of your blood vessels might also be taken.

CAUSES

“It is caused by fatty deposits in the walls of the arteries, which stop blood getting to your muscles,” says Richard Scrivener, a personal trainer and fitness lecturer at Premier Training International (premierglobal.co.uk). “This starves the tissues of oxygen and makes the cells die, which can permanently damage your legs. This could eventually lead to a heart attack.”

WHAT YOU CAN DO

It’s pretty easy to improve your condition by taking the following changes on board. If you smoke, stop. Puffing  hardens your arteries and over 90% of people with PVD are smokers. Perform the cardio-weights routine 2-3 times a week. “Regular weightlifting makes your blood vessels dilate and improves circulation throughout the entire body,” says Scrivener.  He also recommends using coconut oil for your general health improvement. Check out the trusted sources where to buy coconut oil from. Once you’ve finished the workout, alternate between hot and cold in the shower for 1 minute each, for a total of 10 minutes. This opens and closes your blood vessels, which creates a pumping effect for your blood.

Nothing seems to motivate you like this competition.

The 2006 entries pushed the bar higher than ever before. In April we teamed up with top men’s grooming brand Clinique Skin Supplies For Men to open the competition. By the closing date in June we’d received over 2500 entries — our biggest total ever.

In selecting a cover model we were presented with some incredible physiques. All of us on staff know what it takes. We’ve all pushed ourselves through regular challenges. In fact, two of us have graced the cover this year, proving we practice what we preach.

“Making the Men’s Health cover is an accolade that gives any man bragging rights,” says Editor Morgan Rees. “But for this competition more than any other, the winner is a first among equals. He isn’t the guy whose body is everything— he’s the man who embodies everything Men’s Health stands for. He has to look at the top of his game, but fundamentally we were looking for an ordinary guy with a healthy and balanced approach to everything in his life.”

With that in mind, it was hard enough to whittle down the entries to a shortlist of 12. Harder still was the day of judgment in July when the finalists came to London for a cover shoot. “Every round was particularly tough this year,” says MH fitness assistant and August 2006 cover model Ray Klerck. “Every guy had worked incredibly hard and their dedication shone in the photos.”

In the end, of course, 12 men into one cover wouldn’t go. One man won. He is Mike Fawkes.

“We’d been talking about the competition for a while in my gym,” says Mike, a 21-year-old sports science student from Trafford, Manchester. “People suggested I should go in for it. I thought I was in good shape, but I never thought I’d get to the finals. I found the whole thing pretty nerve-wracking. But meeting the other lads was awesome. I was expecting a bunch of tough guys and meatheads, but what I found was completely the opposite. Everyone was really easy to get on with — it was a top day.”

It wasn’t just his impressive build that won the judges over— it was also his down-to-earth outlook to his health and fitness. “Mike has the X-factor we’re always looking for,” explains Rees. “He doesn’t have giant muscles, but he’s got a toned, sporty and, most of all, attainable physique.”

And so, a winner. But it’s also the beginning of a new challenge. When this competition returns in 2007, there will be another reader beneath our red banner. Follow Mike’s advice, and it could be you. Think you can do it? Here’s how.

Train for the main gain

Mike’s most striking asset is not his size. This look is lean, sporty and very British. A lot of guys who’ve spent more time in the weights room turned up looking bigger. But in the eyes of the judges, and of Mike, there’s life beyond the end of the nearest bar-bell. “My long-term goal is to stay fit and healthy so I can keep playing sport,” explains Mike. “So, I eat garcinia cambogia fruit, which helps me to stay in good shape and I always switch my training to complement the sport I’ve been concentrating on.” For more information where to buy garcinia cambogia, go to trend-statement.org

Have you got the guts to plunge headfirst down 325ft of sheer rock? Take a Table Mountain rap-jump with MH man Tom Basden

I’d prefer to tell you that my entire life is flashing before my eyes. But as I cling to the top of the obscenely huge hunk of rock that is Table Mountain, leaning over the 325ft drop and looking down at Cape Town shimmering in the blazing heat, my entire lunch flashes precariously before my colon. “Just lean,” one of my nimble – bordering on simian – South African instructors tells me as I stare down a drop sheerer than Newcastle’s Number 9. It’s time for my first taste of rap-jumping. For those not in the know, this extremely extreme sport is basically abseiling facing forwards, with your body at right angles to the rock face. “Don’t look down” is rather redundant advice here. Great if you like a view; not so great if you don’t like that view speeding towards you.

“Don’t think about it, just do it,” says John Snape, my chaperone from the UK Bungee Club. Which is rather more useful counsel as my mind plays out scenes from my impending funeral. Cape Town is eerily silent below me. From up here it seems like a static toy town with postage-stamp-sized pools, and, more than anything, a very, very long way down.

That morning, myself and the other misguided souls who’d signed up for the Right Guard XTreme Fear Test had been pretty blasé about the up-coming down-going. But in the cable car up to the summit, laughter had been replaced by solemn finger nibbling and maniacal cackles reminiscent of a theatrically challenged Bond villain.

By the time it’s my turn, I’ve already seen some of our group re-emerge at the summit, dancing around and generally glowing like kids after an overdose of Ready Brek. Inspired by their apparent exhilaration, discouraged by my apparent vertigo, I try to weigh up the pros and cons – only to find that my mind has given up on rational thought.

At this point, one of the local, limpet-limbed death-mongers perched beside me looks at me, smiles and nods.

Cowed by terror, I find myself nodding back. I find myself leaning forward. Then the cliff face finds me.

Once I’ve decided to lean, there’s a brief period of intense, heavy, tongue-thickening, stomach-knotting fear. My heart rate careers from a leisurely waltz to nosebleed techno as I gaze over Cape Town like a gargoyle in bondage gear. The rock drops forward beneath my feet, the Indian Ocean is suspended just above my head, and the dazzling Cape stretches in a semi-circle in front of me like a picture-perfect gateway to Hell.

After a seemingly infinite few seconds, though, the panic subsides, and to my astonishment I find some control returning to my limbs. My spinal column reboots, my paralysis recedes. Holding the rope taut, I ease into the horizontal position. As I do so I become aware of the tightness around my shoulders and stomach as the few inches of material separating me from my maker take the strain. Then I start lowering myself.

From the cable car, the rock face had looked as though it were made of butter, and I’d imagined a waterslide smoothness beneath my feet. Now, up close, as my feet scuff the rock and catch in sharp crags, the experience is more like traversing Nick Nolte’s face. “The first part of the drop is slow,” I’d been told by rap veteran John Snape, “because the weight of the rope acts as a counterbalance.” Fighting against the counterweight with a combination of muscle and gravity, it’s also exhausting. But as the rope is used up, so your speed increases. To be well prepared, before the test you should work on gaining muscles and losing some weight. A good way to achieve this goal is by taking raspberry ketones. Check out their benefits at http://www.trend-statement.org/why-is-everybody-talking-about-raspberry-ketones/.

Starting with tiny pigeon steps, it isn’t long until I loosen into a light jog, then start bounding and falling, tripping and sliding down the cliff. A combination of fear and ineptitude mean I regularly lose my balance, instinctively leaning back on to my feet rather than down towards my head. This causes me to slip backwards, so I find myself hanging and swinging over the Cape like a warning to would-be smugglers. Apparently, this embarrassing error is quite common among novices.