Published July 27, 2011
What’s up, Gillz?
There are four writers in Iceland who aren’t lazy, and Big Man is one of them. I have a day job; I get people in shape so they can wear their g-strings for two months a year when the temperature rises to 15 degrees. When I’m not getting other people fit I’m getting myself in better shape or writing my next bestseller. And yeah, I’m also an actor and I have the most popular TV show in Iceland. I am The Shit.
My routine depends on what day it is. If it’s a Monday I might be thinking about hanging myself. If it’s a Friday I’ll have a smile on my face, because in Iceland we call Friday ‘bottle day’, that’s a great fucking day. Below I’ll describe a normal Friday for me.
I wake up at 06:30 and make myself an omelette out of twenty egg whites. The life of the bodybuilder is hard work. The last time I ate a hamburger was 1997; I don’t care, it’s a lifestyle.
I train people from 07:30 until 10:00, and then I go to the hairdresser Robbi Carter in Hafnarfjörður. I go to him every Friday at 10:00. Have you ever seen The Big G-Man walking down the street without a fresh haircut? Doesn’t happen.
At 12:00 I go to Nana Tai to my friend Tómas. The food there is ridiculously good and healthy; I only eat healthy food. But on ‘candy day’, which is Sunday, I can eat whatever I want.
At 13:30 I get my weekly massage. When you are 97 kilos of pure muscle, you need to get that shit massaged regularly.
I train people until 16:30, and then it’s time for me to punish the iron. Fridays are deadlift days. I’ll pump maybe 260, 270 kilos lightweight for about 3-4 reps and maybe 12-14 sets overall. I do that outside at Sporthús Beach, which is an amazing outdoor gym. I can pump there without my shirt and, as most Icelanders know, I hate wearing a shirt.
People say that I am the most talented writer in all Iceland and, well, I’m not going to disagree with that. I get my inspiration from the gym, the ice-cold iron. Right after a quality workout I drive my 500 horsepower Mercedes straight home to make myself a 400 gram tenderloin. Because it is ‘bottle day,’ I drink a glass of red wine with it. After the steak is done and going fast to all my muscles I drink some more red wine whilst I write my next bestselling book, which is called ‘Heilræði Gillz’ or in English, ‘Gillz’ Advice’. I have a simple goal: to make Icelanders fitter and happier. My books make people laugh, and that truly makes me happy.
Sincerely, Big Man Gillz.