Why the Old Saying Legs Feed the Wolf Still Matters
I remember hearing my old coach shout that legs feed the wolf every time we were gasping for air during wind sprints, and honestly, I hated it at the time. We were sixteen, the rink smelled like damp gear and floor wax, and my quads felt like they were literally on fire. But that phrase—which most people associate with the legendary hockey coach Herb Brooks—has stuck with me long after I hung up my skates. It's one of those rare bits of locker-room wisdom that actually translates to the real world, even if you haven't stepped foot on the ice in a decade. ...