Blackhawk287 writes:
Obviously he’s planning on releasing his own line of supplements and using this hiatus to build suspense. I’m assuming they’ll be called beta male.
Guess I’ll go ahead and announce it.
Will be released in addition to multiple t-shirts as part of the Mope-ility WOD project.
Got back from the Arnold today, was a lot of fun. I’ll talk to you guys here in a little bit.
My company volunteered me to take what was essentially a personality test a while ago. The supposed purpose of the survey was to determine what personality traits the company should select for when hiring future employees. The questions dealt a lot with what action or emotion I identified most with. Basically I spent the entire survey saying, think before you speak. Think before you act. Think before you feel. Which works out great in work environments. People who are proficient at monitoring and managing their emotions typically work well in most environments. I am a product of a well-indoctrinated adolescence. Works diligently. Plays well with others. Perfectly normal, perfectly healthy.
When I am done with the survey I am offered donuts and orange juice. Working in a medical clinic means constant bombardment with processed and refined carbs. When an orthopedist’s office provides your clinic with “breakfast,” they mean bagels and cream cheese. A drug rep who brings you “lunch” is talking about pasta and salad from Olive Garden. I decline, not interested in the lack of protein.
People like me spend most of our time in school looking for things we don’t find. Eventually we give up and settle for something that works. It’s fine.
* * *
THC does not act directly on the dopaminergic pathway. Not all users feel pleasure in response to consuming THC. This is my first time, and the mild euphoria I feel is probably a result of a combination of several factors. Warm lighting, some relaxing music, a relatively quiet restaurant crowd, and her smile. I’ve been feeling strange up to this point, and it’s not until I realize I can’t make sense of words on a menu that I realize that yes, I am officially high. I look up to tell her, and when I find her eyes it is almost like the first time we make eye contact, a few long seconds during which I think of several things to say and end up with an awkward “hi.”
She is always pretty. Every time I look at her and my eyes find hers, without fail, I feel admiration. Cannabis alters sensory perception, so when I look at her now, I recognize her, but she is different. What am I seeing? Dark brown eyes, soft lips, mahogany hair that flows around her face and drapes across her shoulders. I have seen these before, but not like this. There’s more to the things I see than how they look – everything I perceive has an emotional component. So when I look at her, there is warmth, happiness, limerence. I feel a need for closeness.
Distance means more when THC is binding to my cannabinoid receptors. Later, when we will walk to the movie theater nearby to eat peanut m&ms and try to make something coherent out of the images on the screen, I will be daunted by the journey on never-ending gray pavement underneath a black sky. I will also be perplexed by the queue to the ticket booth, where the neon lighting turns my weaving path through the queue into me walking through the Starship Enterprise. And walking up the infinite steps to our seats in the theater will challenge both my depth perception and motor coordination, which could be better to begin with.
“I meant distance from you,” I clarify with her. “Distance feels more significant.”
She moves closer to me. Holds my hand.
* * *
I spend a disconcerting amount of time trying to cut through a band of fat in my steak. Before that, I’d become very intimate with the process of mashing butter and sour cream into a baked potato.
“Do you want me to cut your steak?” she asks.
“I’ve got it,” I say, and continue to fail.
She takes the plate away from me, and cuts my steak for me. The mild disassociative effects of being high don’t prevent my heart from swelling. The waitress and other patrons of the restaurant are probably a little perplexed but I’m too baked and too happy to care. The steak tastes fine, and it’s temperature is pleasant. The potatoes impress me more.
A concept in injury recovery is healing in the context of movement. Resting is a necessary component of tissue repair, but remodeling begins quickly after the inflammatory phase. Sit around on a couch eating oreos all day waiting for your hamstring to get better means your damaged hamstring fibers remodel in the context of acute and non-mobile hip and knee flexion. Scar tissue is non-contractile, does not contribute to movement, but the orientation in which it develops can be influenced to some degree. You can choose between something that makes moving hard or something that doesn’t help. When the scars have settled, can you trust your legs to remember to run?
I can’t remember the first time I got burned, but I can remember how I reacted. Pretend it doesn’t mean anything. Let non-contractile tissue accumulate.
She runs her fingers through my hair. “You look a lot more relaxed.”
“About what?”
“About everything.”
I try to talk to her about my experience. Connotation is suddenly very important to me and I keep saying sentences, then replacing words with other words that I feel are more appropriate. My words fail me, so we go to her car to hold each other. There are things the heart doesn’t forget. Take away my barriers and pretenses and I am sixteen again, when a hug means everything and holding hands makes the difference between a good time and the best fucking night of my life. Let me feel close to her. Let me be at peace with needing this closeness.
When we make the journey into the labyrinth of the theater we maintain our embrace into our seats. Her head on my shoulder makes more sense than the movie we watch, and I think about that more than I do about the scenes which seem to mean things on their own but not as a whole. If I am physically uncomfortable leaning together like that, I’m not aware.
I don’t know how long we’ve been watching the movie, but I begin to realize that what I’m seeing is becoming more and more coherent. I hope for a few more hours before I come down, because I feel like I’m losing something.
* * *
One of the first things I do afterward, of course, is to tell everyone in my life about the best day of my life. I talk about how peanut m&ms, fried oreos, and cherry pie with whipped cream tasted, how their texture blew me the fuck away. I express sadness at the fact that these things are not as enjoyable while sober. I now have a reddit account, “EverythingSoProfound,” subscribed to /r/trees, in commemoration of how my world was forever changed by pot. Do I remember my heart before its scars?
“I just want to get that first time back,” I say to a friend, “though from what I understand it’s never the same.”
“Not sure if serious.”
“I’m serious.”
“That’s the basis for addiction.”
“It’ll be fine, I’ll probably just try a few more times and give up and forget it happened.”
Back at work in my scrubs, I eat a chocolate cupcake and am not surprised to find it underwhelming.
SilentMachinery writes:
When Justin wrote that post about antagonistic motivation, I thought of how much I hate you Brent.
It’s funny that you’d say that because when he wrote that post I thought of how much I fucking hated myself, too.
When I first moved to Plano I was training at a globo gym called Express Fitness. It would have been a decent place to train if the bars weren’t 31-32mm in diameter. It was like 17.99 a month which I think was pretty good. I stopped training there because I was doing oly stuff at CF Dallas Central for a little bit and thought LA Fitness was a better globo for the PL-oriented stuff. On a related tangent, the Gold’s here is also not a bad globo, lots of room around the squat racks so you can dead and power clean + press, the bench racks are not terribly well made and the top rack is 1-2 inches too tall to bench out of. For me at least, I’m 5’5″, normal sized humans might fit it better. Otherwise, I wouldn’t mind catching a pump there doing things not needing a good bench.
Anyways when I first signed up at the Express Fitness the head trainer was this jock kines major dude who was fairly jacked and shredded. Real stereotypical dude with one of those stock jacked guy accents. He was pretty nice to me, wasn’t a dickhead about stuff, asked me about my goals and what I trained for, if I was interested in a trainer.
“Nah,” I said, sitting there weighing a chubby 178lbs with 15″ arms and a 34″ waist, “I kinda compete in powerlifting, I handle my own programming.” Whenever people ask me if I compete, I never say Olympic weightlifting, because I’m fucking tired of having to explain the fucking difference, and I’m fucking tired of having to demonstrate what the snatch and clean-and-jerk are. I just don’t fucking care anymore. I just want to get done with all that shit so I can do my curls and db lat delt raises. Sometimes I even omit that I’m competing, because I’m sick of people saying it doesn’t look like I lift, or that I’m not that big. I’m just fucking done with it. All right, whatever, I don’t look like I fucking lift, the only reason you can tell is because all of my t-shirts are related to lifting or mobbing (or suicide), I get it, go fuck yourself.
“Cool brah,” he said – that is to say, I’m not surprised that this chubby fucking Asian dude thinks he is hot shit because he benches 225lbs for reps. High school called, they want you to know it’s OK to be a late bloomer.
Anyways, at the end of me signing up, he did the typical selling memberships thing – “So hey man, you got any friends around here? You get one to sign up, you get ten dollars off your monthly dues, pay 7.99 a month. You know anybody?”
“No,” I said, “I don’t have any friends around here right now.”
“Really?”
“Yeah uh I mean I just moved here and I don’t really go out much.”
He makes a face. “Well all right man whatever. Anyways yeah, you make a friend or something, make him your workout buddy, bring him here, save some money off your dues.”
“All right.” Then I proceeded to not make any friends for the next six or seven months I trained there. In fact, I fucking made enemies. I asked this older dude grumpy looking dude – who was probably just pissed that he wasn’t on HRT – for a spot, and he proceeded to give me the most begrudging spot in the history of spotted benching. The guy acted like I pissed in his fucking corn flakes. Not only was he pissed at me for asking for a spot, he went on to critique my form on the bench – “Most of the reps were good, but you bounced the last one off your chest a little.” Hey man thanks, I’ll run that by R&D and see what they can do with it.
On Friday I pulled 440lbs for three singles and they weren’t that hard. I haven’t pulled 440lbs this easily since, like, more than two years ago. I could have pulled it for like a double maybe. Hook-grip held on fine. Best deadlift ever is 440lbs x 3 with a mixed grip at 180lbs bw.
Saul had me try the poor man GHRs that you do off a lat pulldown … essentially a bodyweight hamstring curl. Some pretty gnarly, peak hamstring contraction. The regular GHR at the gym is not built that great and I haven’t figured out how to set my hips and feet correctly (the foot pads are adjusted in an arc, as opposed to being able to move them separately in two planes) so the GHRs off the lat pulldown are honestly better as far as the hamstring curl element. I’ve done them two or three times so far. Is it unfeasible that these helped hit my distal hamstrings and made my pulls feel a substantial bit easier off the floor?
If it wasn’t the GHRs and subsequent development of the distal hams, then it was me hitting the piriformis and tack-and-stretching my high hamstrings and glutes with hip flexion as opposed to knee articulation. I def think the GHRs have helped.
I sucked at benching though. Took my last warm-up at 275lbs and thought I could put away 290lbs for a single and ended up getting stapled by it twice. Good.
If you guys are in the market for another catch phrase to use, start saying “Good.” Say it whenever something the opposite of good happens, or to voice approval for things that you don’t approve of.
On Sunday I did a bunch of shit that mostly sucked, I pressed 175lbs for 3, 2, 3, 1, 1, power cleaned + hang cleaned up to 245lbs, cleaned 265lbs, front squat 355lbs for two singles (back may have been tired from deads?), and did some barbell rowing, curls, and lat delt db raises.
enlightenedsnipe writes:
Hey Brent, at least you aren’t pressing jelly weight for mediocre PRs, then missing bench singles at 225 three times in one week. It’s fine…
I’ll just go back to mobbing my scaps, traps, and tris. At least the pain there means something is getting better.
The pain is the only thing that’s real.
Hey man – I am definitely pressing jelly-dicked weight for mediocre PRs. Trust me. I do it every press workout.
Welp, see ya later! writes:
Justin, thanks for the link. I guess a big part of my question is what is the potential of this mobbing stuff to remedy real chronic stuff like what I’m dealing with that has been present for literally years? I mean I know it’s good for me, and it helps me move better in the here and now, and it can prevent more damage…but is there other stuff I need to do to make the longstanding damage that has already been done go away? Because it’s pretty well-established now, you know? These are just general thinking-out-loud questions, so don’t feel compelled to respond.
Pretty high potential. PT is meant for this kind of shit. A lot of people are under the assumption that “mobility” is just about ROM and flexibility – but when we talk about mobility we’re also talking about starting positions, bottom positions, we’re talking about efficient joint articulation (i.e. do I have enough glenohumeral internal rotation to snap the bar overhead in the snatch while keeping my shoulders back? Do I have the capacity to keep the knees out with my toes forward? Am I silk over steel springs, or do I have soft-tissue or postural limitations that are causing me to leak force out of my movement?), we’re talking about moving in a way that protects our tissues. One of the biggest reasons we got chronically inflamed tissue is because of poor movement. Mobility is about restoring the ability to move correctly and with good mechanics in addition to treating soft tissue or joint articulation problems.
So stop being a fucking dickhead and holding yourself back.
karibot writes:
Okay, I’m super feminist, but that shit is cray cray. The friendzone knows no gender. The friendzone does not discriminate. The friendzone is equally cruel to all.
brb, scrolling through texts and listening to this:
[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hfJsrJ-lKGc]
immediately followed by this:
[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v0cC-7J_wi8]
BRB knowthatfeelbro.jpg too much.
Chris writes:
http://www.quickmeme.com/meme/35o2pi/ I accomplished this. Haven’t talked to her since September 24, 2010. http://i41.tinypic.com/3313jh0.jpg
The meme really does inspire being an adult about your feelings. That and this flowchart have been my emotional guide for the past few months. They help a lot.
Mark writes:
How many blogs are you reading? All I read is this, 70′s big Mainsite, then Stroup’s, Vale’s Tyspkin’s, etc, one or twice a week.
I read all my friend’s blogs because I like reading what they think about. I don’t read any fitness or strength blogs other than Justin’s. I can’t handle most other blogs because most of the people writing about lifting fucking blow at writing. Glenn Pendlay’s is all right, he has a personality and has good stories to tell because he trains legit athletes.
Josh writes:
Im at work right now. sitting in a room with a guy who unsuccessfully tried to blow his head off, (im a nurse) is it wierd that it reminded me of you, except that I thought that you would be much more successful. I was thinking about how unhappy this guy was and how much more shitty his life is going to be now that half of his face is missing and he is still alive. IMO we could all learn alot from this guy. GUN TO THE TEMPLE NOT UNDER THE CHIN! BTW you should go after white chicks. They have much lower standards than asian chicks.
If I were going to kill myself I’d park my car in a garage and close the door behind me and leave the engine running. Then I’d play this song:
and wait to die when Thom sings
I’ll take a quiet life,
a handshake of carbon monoxide,
with no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises,
Silent silence.
brent: i’m so disillusioned with fitness and strength blogs these days
i’m just so burnt out
Justin: I got that way, but I’m making an effort to follow yours and MWOD
I love mwod and kelly so much
me: agree
fuck
the guy is just
Justin: he is the shining beacon of hope
me: a fucking beacon of hope
ROFL
ASD;LFJASDF
AS;DFKJA
SDF;LASJDF
ASDF;L
LOL
Justin: hsadl;fjsad;kljsad
Also this is good:
shawn: brent
I’m in class
we’re doing “roleplaying exercises”
if you need me, I’ll be the guy trying to pinch my way to the artery in my fucking thigh to bleed out and die in this fucking waste of god damn time class.
if i could have a seizure – I would.
I would have a seizure solely to get out of this waste of my fucking time class.
my teacher is a fuckign fat woman
and she’s a fucking teacher
so, that means – she wasn’t successful doing the fuckign thing that she fucking went to school for
and this is her paycheck
fucking chubby cunt
nasty fat bitch
i hate it here.
fuckign shsi ghtias
asos upset i could squat a car.
GERATEA
this fucking bitch just mentioned she’s a non litigating attorney
meaning she flat out refuses to go to court
meaning she’s NOT A FUCKING GOOD ATTORNEY
OH HEY I”M A COP – BUT I JUST DO PAPER WORK!
should of been a fucking bartendeer
fuckign cant’ even type
should have been a fucking dancer
I would have beena god damn glorious dancer
dammit that would make for some top shelf 70sbig posts
hey here’s my buddy shawn’s regime since he’s a fucking NATIONAL DANCING CHAMP
SHAWN’S BEEN IN THE TODAY SHOW – DANCING
this is his squat program
my fucking legs would be jacked
no
I fucking sit at a desk
occassionalyl rubbing my fun stick through my pants wishing i was anywhere i could get the fuck off.
Tiny writes:
Will you describe in 27 words your average day? Then sum that up in two more words.
Wake up, I could have slept more. Hydrate, eat, mob, like a robot. Train, this is pointless. Go to work now. I should just fucking end it.
Fuck everything.
Snatched up to 230lbs x 1 on Monday, C+Jed up to 265lbs, missed 285lbs and cleaned 295lbs. Front squat 375lbs x 1, 355lbs for two doubles. Did some poor man GHRs with bodyweight, mainly trying to slow down the negative and using push up assistance off the floor to come back up.
Tuesday I pressed 175lbs for 3, 3, 2, 1. Did my first handstand push up on rings on Saturday? Did like 10 more on Tuesday, one double and a bunch of singles. Ring dipped +100lbs x 2. Did some light oly work.
On Wednesday I did weighted pull ups, +100lbs x 3, 2, 2, some curls, and db delt work.
Today (Thursday) I snatched pretty terribly and high-bar squat up to 450lbs x 1 without too much trouble, followed up with 415lbs x 3. I guess at the meet my squat will go 192.5 –> 202.5 –> see what happens. I’d like to leave the opportunity to PR (by 2.5kg) open.
What do you guys think of this?
Welp, see ya later! writes:
Have you thought about pursuing a DPT program? If not, why the FUCK not? You obviously love this stuff. What if your JOB were to help people move better? I’m sure Starrett would hook you with internship and research opportunities. I want this for you. It would be so lame of you to ignore this question.
Talk is real fucking cheap so I don’t bother mentioning “I’m gonnas.” I’m gonna submit my applications to UTD and UNT Dallas once I have my transcripts (forgot how many credit hours I have) and finish my bachelor’s in bio (I need to complete two higher-level courses). I’m going to need to collect some hours at PT clinics. I’m going to apply to a bunch of DPT programs and hope they don’t friendzone (which is a euphemism for “reject”) me.
“I’m going” to bench 350lbs. “I’m going” to stop losing bw and get up to a thick, solid, tight 170lbs. I can say “I’m gonna” do anything and it doesn’t make a fuck until it happens.
If I get accepted into a program you’ll hear about it sometime. If I suddenly stop updating this blog and Justin posts something on the mainsite about losing a friend – you’ll know I just wasn’t fucking good enough. Who didn’t see this coming a fucking mile away.
Hamburger fan writes:
I don’t know if you’re trying to troll me, but I’m sure you’ll be glad to know it’s working.
It shouldn’t be trolling. It’s not uncommon for people at PL meets to not use belts. Hook-gripping deads is a little rarer, but definitely has been done before, and isn’t a big fucking deal if your dead is <500lbs anyways. I legit have not used a belt for anything save for a few cam shows since September of 2011. I've always been enamored with the idea of the no-no-no squat so …
Beonick writes:
Any links to the MWods that helped your bench? Or should i go through past entries or just search on MWod? Or should i just stay safe?
Tack-and-stretched distal tris, lacrosse ball to medial border of scapula with arm behind back, best shoulder mob ever, tack-and-stretch on pecs. When my anterior capsule was inflamed I did this one and it helped.
Welp, see ya later! writes:
Fucking persistent anterior hip tendinitis. The kind you get when your knees slide forward at the bottom of the low bar squat. It is a bitch to get rid of once you’ve got it. I’ve been stalling and resetting my squat and pounding form for like two years because of it. Frustrating as shit. Just recently said screw it I’m switching to high bar. I can still feel it some though. Can mobbing help me finally resolve this?
“Can mobbing help me finally resolve this” dude fuck you seriously what the fuck, try it??????????? It won’t hurt???????????? Get some joint approximation to the back of the socket, hit your anterior capsule, open that shit up, improve your squat bottom position by with hip flexion + external rotation bias and unglue your posterior chain. Take a look at your ankle ROM and see if you have tight gastrocs that are holding you back. Seriously? You’ve been lurking how long and you haven’t even fucking given it a shot? If your shit is legit inflamed and hot, ice it down at minimum 3x a day (after your workout) for 10mins on/20 off. Go Paleo and/or start supplementing with EPA/DHA. What are you, new?
Dude – you’re a classic case of someone who would benefit from this shit. “I’m still functional, I’ve got this great capacity to produce force, but it hurts to do some things and I’m playing gasso-brako.” It kills me to see guys like you. Perfectly normal, perfectly healthy male, regular guy lifting weights, does some things OK but could be so much better. See what helps. Keep doing those things. Become a better athlete. Things don’t have to – and shouldn’t – hurt when you squat, press, or dead. Normalize your fucking tissues man. Eliminate one more obstacle in hitting your PRs.
Eli writes:
I was curious about doing oly lifts with steel plates though. I’m at a PL gym currently where there are no rubber plates so I’m forced to learn the lifts with steel ones. I was just curious what your path was when you were learning the lifts this way compared to using rubber weights. Oh and have you ever received any coaching besides Justin’s on the Oly lifts? Thanks brah, mirin’ always. Stay Safe.
You’re gonna get real good at lowering the weights under control. You will miss when you push the envelope. Hope your gym doesn’t care. Power snatches/power cleans may be more feasible most days. Have fun. I sure as fuck didn’t.
lambchop writes:
PS have you read Dan John’s book? It’s like a ray of sunshine to me for some reason and makes me feel less inclined to fly an airplane straight into the ocean.
Dan John’s a minister, I’m not terribly inclined to hear what he has to say. I used to read his articles on T-nation. They were useful. When I was 18 and benching 135lbs. He has good ideas that people figure out on their own in a few years. I’m not saying he’s bad. I’m just saying I don’t care.
PVC pipe to the IT bands, it could have hurt more. Did about 20 passes per leg. Some residual soreness, external rotation with toes forward in the bottom position squat feels a bit better.
Training has kinda sucked, I benched 285lbs x 1 and could not grind the second rep out. I squat 415lbs x 3, 2, 2 and DLed 430lbs for three singles, did some weighted GHRs which seemed to have made my hamstrings sore. The only cool thing I did this week was power clean 265lbs for a +5lbs PR.
lampchop writes:
man talk more about lifting
Shit no one cares about because I total less than 1500lbs. »
I’ve got a PL meet in less than two weeks and then another oly meet exactly one week after that. My PL total could have increased by more since I last competed. Assuming I take conservative attempts, which I’ll prob end up having to do, I’ll PR by like 15-20lbs and most of that is gonna come from the bench. I don’t expect to PR my dead or even match my best, I think I have a reasonable chance to match my PR squat except this time it’ll be high-bar. I should total just over 1200lbs. My best total is 1194lbs @ 180lbs bw. I went 462/275/457. I’ll be a little sad if I don’t beat that at 158lbs.
I guess I shouldn’t expect anything terribly cool. I would like to make some significant PRs at raw nationals this year, and more importantly get my fucking DL closer to 500lbs.
If I had to say what’s helped my bench the most (which is currently the lift I’ve improved the most with), it’d be mobbing. Not having to deal with my fucking shoulders or elbows hurting makes grinding out reps a lot fucking easier, and it’s given me a lot more force off the chest since I’m not creeping into position with inflamed shoulders. I feel real solid taking the bar out of the rack, and me starting from a solid position makes the rest of the lift feel a lot better. Check the comments on the 365/365 episode of mobilitywod. It’s a bunch of people thanking Kelly for changing their fucking lives. I’ve plugged mwod a bajillion times but I can’t plug it enough. Do you think you could be a better athlete? Mwod is a good place to start.
One of the things that’s always made my DL suck are my hamstrings. For a long while they’ve felt uncomfortably tight off the floor and to the knees, and it was making me skittish when I started pulling heavy again a few weeks ago – the sensation reminded me of when I strained my hamstring in August. Tacked-and-stretched whatever hurt in the hamstrings and a bunch of things got better, it was easier to squeeze into position and that scary “your hamstring is about to fucking pop bro” sensation isn’t a factor anymore, meaning I can psychologically say, all right fuck it, pull on this motherfucker until it goes.
As far as programming, I’m gonna start thinking about focusing on singles for the deadlift on a weekly basis. I’ve typically preferred 5rms and 3rms for the deadlift, which seems to have resulted in me having a 5rm that’s like 15-20lbs off from my best single (in addition to my deadlift not moving for a real long time). My 1rm doesn’t appear to increase when my 5rm or more goes up.
There was a thread a while back on the mainsite where Nolan and some other guys were talking about singles being the most productive thing for the deads, and Saul’s been pushing this training philosophy for a while as well. I’ll prob rotate heavy singles with RDLs and good mornings and try to get in some GHR shit 1-2x a week.
My squat protocol isn’t gonna change, i.e. high-bar for motherfucking life. I could start doing some more volume though.
Some fucking guy writes:
You didn’t tell us the story where you crashed and burned while hitting on chicks in your gym.
There’s only one chick that I hit on at the gym (that I can remember in recent memory) but there are two stories I want to tell you guys.
I was squatting sets of 10 last spring with my roommate and they were pretty taxing, I worked up to 375lbs x 10 low-bar and my glutes could not have hurt more post-set. Anyways on this particular night I was lifting with my roommate so I was being sociable with him (nowadays when I’m training on my own I just twiddle my thumbs and listen to Radiohead’s Creep off my phone and when Thom Yorke starts screaming
SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE’S
RUNNING OUT
THE DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOR
SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE’S
RUNNING OUT,
SHE RUNS,
RUNS,
RUNS,
RUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNS
RUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNS
I sink to unfathomable fucking depths and go take my workset) but anyways I was there with my roommate, I finish up a set of 10 with probably 355lbs and I rack the bar and turn out of the rack to make an exaggerated, high-pitched moan, the kind of moan you would probably make after having someone’s hand shoved into your anal cavity without lube. I happened to do this in some Asian chick’s face as she was walking past the squat rack and she like flinched away and made a disgusted face but didn’t stop walking to the dumbbell rack. I never said, “Hey man, I didn’t mean to moan in your face and I’m not really weird like that I was just being funny for my friend,” and she never joked about it with me, “That’s a funny noise to make,” so we can only assume she thought I was being a real fucking dickhead.
The chick I was hitting on at the gym was this hispanic chick with a little muscularity, she had broad shoulders with good thoracic extension. She did stuff like RDLs, squats, benched, push ups, pull ups, so I was all like hey this chick seems to lift kinda serious maybe I should talk to her. So I walk up to her, she’s got her earphones in so I tap her on the shoulder (I didn’t really tap her on the shoulder but if I were to film a re-enactment I would depict myself tapping this very disinterested girl on the shoulder) and I ask her if she’s training for something.
Let me just say that she couldn’t have been less interested in talking to me. If I could go back in time I’d take note of her body language, which quite frankly screamed I COULD NOT BE LESS IMPRESSED WITH WHAT I SEE and just stop mid-sentence and say “oohKAY” and turn around to go back to doing oly lifts on iron fucking plates. But she gives a bunch of three-word (or less) answers to my questions and I say “well I guess I’ll let you get back to your workout.”
So I bug her AGAIN after I’m finished with my squats or my bench or whatever, I try talking to her about what she’s doing, is she in school, what does she do for work, I mean this is all cold approach, guys, and I’ve done this like, less than three times in my entire life. I’m desperately fumbling for conversation. I’m sweating, but it’s not from the workout. She tells me she’s GOING TO SCHOOL FOR X-RAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHICH I DO SO I AM LIKE HEY MAN I AM DOING X-RAY RIGHT NOW, I TAKE X-RAYS, WHAT DO YOU WANNA TALK ABOUT?????????????? She was ex-military which prob contributed to her distant demeanor.
So I talk with her a little bit about that and I go back to my workout. She finishes hers. Leaves without saying bye (I was going to ask if she wanted to hang out sometime before she left). Next time I see her she’s with two other friends, a guy and a girl, and she ignores me.
tiny writes:
Will you please talk about American Idol Kelly Clarkson….
How do you feel about this…
[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xn676-fLq7I]
Describe the music video in nine words, followed by 7 more words about the singer.
Thank you for your contribution.
I could train to this, seems good for pressing.
I don’t know much about Kelly Clarkson.
Joe writes:
Bront,
Please keep the jams coming.
Thanks
I don’t think my taste in music is terribly interesting, but this one makes me want to be in a video montage of some difficult c+js:
The beginning would be some tough cleans and missing the jerks. I’d be wearing soffes, a headband, and long socks. Either topless or a real small tank top. Then I’d be the only one sitting in like a row of chairs at the gym. Justin would be standing in front of these chairs with a chalk board, lecturing me with diagrams about the jerk and the split and the dip and drive and shit. You couldn’t hear what he was saying, the audio would be muted out, then he’d stress something important and throw the chalk against the board and you could see his lips say something like, “Let’s get to work.” Let me add that throughout this montage, there’d be clips of me doing dance movements that typically would be expected from chicks. Like whipping my head back and forth, possibly in slow motion. See the video that dave linked in the comments for some idea of what I’m talking about. Then I would do some more tough cleans, make some better attempt at jerks, drill the jerk a little more, and start making successful attempts that progressively looked better and better and got heavier and heavier until I PRed with a legit split jerk.
Curt1s writes:
Hi Brent,
I like this group alot, seems like you might dig them too. It’s called Mux Mool. [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BTEgI-virsY]
GOod for warmups.
[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NALoXmPL7kU]
Those are some legit fucking beats my friend. Thanks for sharing.
Welp, see ya later! writes:
Brent when you squat (meaning high bar) do you try to stay real tight on the descent and rebound back up from just below parallel or do you just dive bomb into it and sort of bounce off of your calves out of the bottom? The low bar cues about rebounding up off of tightened hamstrings don’t seem to work so well for high bar. I find that cutting it off anywhere above ATG feels arbitrary and unnatural please respond. Also depression, unrequited love, etc.
I go to what feels like end-range, though my back squat bottom position doesn’t seem to be as low as my front squat’s. I use some kind of bounce out of the bottom, I’m pretty sure I’m not bouncing off my calves though.
Pressed 175lbs x 4, 3, 2 and front squat 355lbs x 4 on Monday. I feel like if I wasn’t super-setting my front squat warm-ups with my pressing work sets I could have taken 355lbs x 5 for a pretty substantial PR, my downfall on this was my right bicep cramping up in the front rack. I could have done more ring dips. I could have done more front squats.
On Tuesday I just did good mornings, didn’t have time for anything else, I could have done more oly lifts.
You guys ever taken a dump at work and gotten walked-in on? It’s happened twice to me. By the same doctor. I go into the single-person bathroom, think I’ve locked the door, sit down and start checking out facebook and whatnot on my phone, I see the door handle turn and the door open and the doc barges in, sees me with my scrub pants down to my fucking ankles taking a fucking shit, then turns around very quickly and closes the door behind him without a word. This happened tonight, and before that it was a few months ago. At this point, the doctor probably thinks I want this to happen. Who lets this happen TWICE? Oh the first time didn’t bother me enough, let me leave the opportunity for someone to witness this fucking disaster more than once.
This last time his face showed more irritation and disgust than surprise and apology. I was thinking – is he sickened by my exhibitionist behavior? By my desperate thirst for attention which is so great I bait people into coming to watch me defecate? Hey man you wanna see me stick my thumb in my butt hole while you’re at it? I got it all, baby. Please respond.
George writes:
You know what, Brent? You know fucking what? I don’t really believe in much anymore. I used to have hopes and dreams and ideals, but one by one they went away as I realized that I am a piece of shit garbage athlete aspie beta fuck so I just wrote them off as being silly and pretended to move on it’s fine have you ever read The Stranger by Camus?
Speaking of Asian movies (can’t say films or cinema because I might come off as a hipster even though I’m wearing large glasses and own a lot of flannel) Have you seen What Time is it There? Might be up your alley.
My dog shit in the kitchen while I was writing this.
I loled. Haven’t seen the movie or read the book.
Hey man – I believe in you. I believe in you and I hope you decide to do what you have to do. Keep your passion alive.
cmoney writes:
Your philosophy prof lifts jellydick weights, and so do you.
Next you’re going to on about how the high bar back squat is some Kantian metaphor for man’s place in this world.
This isn’t fucking livejournal. This isn’t some lib arts college coffee shop where the betas all wax intellectual in vain attempts at pathetic intercourse.
This is brent fucking kim’s blog and he’s pretty fucking strong and he’s getting stronger. Lost in humorous emo musings is the fact that he’s approaching a 2xBW c+j.
The only prof that matters is Professor Pump. Now kindly stfu.
I actually like to think of my blog comments as a pretty chill coffee shop. Maybe the room in the gym just before the weight room, that room that’s got a lot of open space and some kind of turf or firm carpeting and a few pull up bars and various rigs where everyone can mob. But in this room anyone can talk about whatever they want, and actually from what it sounds like, The Myth of Sisyphus, like the tagline for Old Boy, fits the subject matter of this blog to a fucking T. I like that the people in my comments have personality, in addition to the guys who spam copypastas.
“He’s pretty fucking strong,” nah. “Approaching a 2x bw c+j.” At 156lbs bw, no one cares. But hey man, thanks for the support, I appreciate your enthusiasm and I’m happy you think I matter. It almost makes ME think I matter.
karibot writes:
That’s a good name for a workout log.
The beginning: “There is but one truly serious philosophical problem, and that is suicide.”
The end: “The struggle itself toward the heights is enough to fill a man’s heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy.”
It’s perfect in every way.
Yeah when I read this I was like, this is my life. This is my future. Let my heart fill.
Steven writes:
I appreciate you writing this blog. It gives me not only a good read between classes, but because of my schedule I always have to train alone so I feel like we’re training partners. Even though we’ve never met and I’m basically a voyeur to your life. Thanks.
Perfectly normal, perfectly healthy.
Matt writes:
I was talking with a scientist and he told me that ~40% of the chinese population and take test and it will not show up in there piss for some scientfic reason he explained. You should research and see if this could benefit you since you are asian.
If you were on a deserted island and had a barbell but the weight had to be a fixed amount(welded or old school globe style), what weight amount would you choose and why?
First part sounds made up.
I’d prob do like a 100lbs barbell and just do lots of curls and front raises every day with it. Why? Because I can’t think of much else to do. I could say “275lbs” and then just proceed to do max-rep c+js with it, that’s assuming I wouldn’t do something dumb attempting 91% of my best c+j without any other warm-up. I could say “400lbs” and do the same thing with deads, or maybe 185lbs and do max-rep clean and presses but these all seem pointless because of my current woefully inadequate strength.
Tiny writes:
How do you feel about this:
[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=md0hNcvwMds]
or do you not like to trip while you hop?
If you don’t like its fine, I’ll get you something else….
Please respond.
Not really my thing. Music has to either make me want to fucking kill myself (see: Radiohead – Bulletproof) or make me want to either dance or bang out some fucking presses:
George writes:
“A long, agonizing series of failures and awkward moments hasn’t completely destroyed my self-confidence or belief that I’m a normal person”
Brent,
I feel that I am working towards this but am not quite there yet. Any tips for getting to that next level?
Nothing kills your will to live more than to hope. It is the most fragile thing in existence and is the basis for most, if not all, the things we care about the most. Hope for things and watch them not happen, watch them go away, realize they never existed to begin with. Parts of you will die. If you are strong enough or give enough fucks you’ll mob those parts of you and stop hoping and start working. They still may not happen. It’ll be fine. Pain is a construct of the mind. Do you feel your faith waning? Is it worth believing in? Talk to me, George. What do you believe in?
Friday I snatch pulled to above the knee + snatched 225lbs, which I have been trying to do for like 3 weeks it’s fucking fine. C+Jed up to like 275lbs? Made a run at 295lbs and missed the jerk. Back squat 415lbs x 2 I think.
On Saturday I snatched and c+jed like shit, didn’t snatch anything meaningful, c+jed up to 275lbs, cleaned 295lbs.
High-bar back squat 415lbs x 2, pulled 425lbs x 2 with a hook grip + 2 more singles, attempted 435lbs and got it about 2 inches off the floor it’s fine. I could deadlift more. Though I think it’s official that I can pull all my worksets/competition attempts with the hook grip now. Not that it fucking matters if it’s fucking less than 500lbs what the fuck is this shit.
I did some GHRs after this along with some db delt raises (front and lateral) and some curls. Honestly? Honestly? Honestly? The curls were the best part of the workout because I got 105lbs x 10 and 115lbs x like 8 with the strictest form I’ve ever done those weights and reps. This is not to say they were very strict sets. Get fucked please. But the curls were the only thing that I did today that didn’t make me want to fucking quit lifting forever and pick up sudoku or maybe collecting stamps.
Best writes:
Brent,
I max out everyday. Thought you might like to know that.
It’s really a great day in Newport Beach today, lots of chicks out in bikinis, people drinking having a good time in the sun, 77°; how’s Texas?
I wouldn’t know, I didn’t leave the apartment this weekend.
hamburgerfan writes:
I just benched 265 for a paused double. Couldn’t make it a triple. I weigh like 60 lbs more than you. How do I stop being such a dickless mormon at benching? Wait, why am I even asking you this?
Dunno.
My bench started getting a lot better when I started doing dips, tacked-and-stretched my distal tris, cleaned up my shoulder extension, and took care of some soft-tissue grittiness in my pecs. Since then I’ve made some pretty consistent progress.
The db delt work may contribute a little as well? I want to say that my humeral abduction feels a lot more solid in the bench, and the db delt work seems like it might benefit that kind of movement.
To be fair, the PL community would think my bench is a fucking joke anyway. Oh you /just/ now got within range of a 300lbs competition bench? Age 18 called, it wants you to know you’re a fucking never-was. The has-beens beat you to it.
My bench won’t make me want to fucking kill myself when it’s like 160kg/352lbs @ 77kg/170lbs bw maybe.
Tom writes:
The log says Shrug Thug on the 70′s Big website, but the guy who writes it weighs 156lbs and never does shrugs. I feel so used and upset.
I just want to be sure that everyone knows that I gave myself the nickname to mock myself, and then a lot of the people in the community loved it and thought it was the greatest thing ever. This wasn’t the effect I was going for, I just wanted to make some single-serving dick head joke.
Broseph writes:
Brent, what song is this?
Since you already found out, let me recommend this one as well
also
if you’re into nihilistic cinema
What the fuck other kind of cinema do you think I’m going to be in?
becky writes:
so i was doing my weighted pull ups at the UNT gym tonight and i was working in with a pretty nice guy. well, we got talking and he told me i need to get some gloves to protect my hands. it all happened so quickly that i wasn’t able to conceal my gut reaction. i don’t know exactly what the face looked like that i gave him or how harsh the shoulder shrug looked or what exact interpretation he took out of my “well, ummmm…”
…but after that he didn’t really talk to me anymore.
i’m guessing the way he felt was similar to something that you avoid when you decide not to bother trying to approach girls in the first place. i mean, he tried…and it didn’t go so well. so i guess now i can see why someone would hesitate and/or back out altogether. he must have been miserable in that moment.
All pain is transient. Everything he feels now won’t matter in a year. Or he’ll have killed himself. Either way – he’ll be fine. This, too, shall come to pass. If these are concepts he doesn’t believe in, he won’t survive.
I strongly support your reaction, not because I dislike the guy for recommending gloves, just because I know that the next time he does pull ups he’ll PR by 5 reps or +10lbs, gloves or not. You did the right thing. You’re making him better. He should thank you for hurting his feelings, assuming he gave a fucking shit. Hopefully he didn’t. Hopefully he goes home to someone who likes his personality and entertains the idea of staying with him for a while. Hopefully he is pursuing something he believes in with passion and doesn’t have time to care about every slight. Hopefully he goes to bed with a smile on his face and wakes up full of hope for the day. Hopefully his heart is not so bloodied that he has to blog about it to strangers who popcorn.gif the fuck out of his rapidly accelerating descent into utter and complete despair.
Karibot writes:
Oh, girl. Confession time: I’ve said some pretty bitchy things to dudes who have made similar “suggestions”. Sometimes it’s hard to tell whether they’re just being douchey or they’re trying to flirt.
Becky: I think it’s safe to say that you crushed this man. I mean: he was working in with a lady doing WEIGHTED PULL-UPS. But he told you to get gloves! GLOVES! What are we supposed to DO in situations like these?
I’ve flirted with girls in the gym before, always crashed and burned real fucking hard. One time I thought I did well but she ignored me the next time I talked to her. I’ll tell this story in the next post, you guys need to be sure to remind me.
Did some pretty terrible oly lifting on Tuesday, one of my rotations for the oly lifts is snatch pull to above knee + snatch and I have been missing 225lbs with this for the past three weeks it’s fine. 215lbs goes easily, then I just hit a fucking wall at 225lbs. Mediocrity’s great.
I cleaned 275lbs from the below-the-knee hang with a jerk, which was OK.
Finished up with some good mornings and barbell rows, I could have done more volume with these and also curls and db lat delt raises.
Today I benched 260lbs x 5 and got two more doubles, 260lbs x 5 is a lifetime PR so /hand motions. I should have done more but I didn’t get to the gym early enough. I benched the 260lbs x 5 without a spotter, I could make better decisions. Admittedly I left the bar unclipped but honestly? Honestly? Honestly? Anyone ever hear about Sabre Schnitzer?
Another poor decision:
When I was 19 or so I was doing some lame shit at my college gym. Repping like 175lbs on bench probably and wearing tight t-shirts and bleaching my hair orange. Believe it or not, this wasn’t as cool as it sounded. I somehow got hooked on the idea that I wanted to power clean really well so at age 19 and 125lbs-ish bw I put 50k on the bar and did 4 sets of 6, I forgot where I read to do this from but more than likely it wasn’t very helpful. I did weighted ab work because I read it one of Westside Barbell’s articles from like 1999. This was before I read another internet article about running barefoot and I spent two or three months “conditioning” my feet to run barefoot on pavement – this didn’t work out as well as I thought it was going to (to be completely fair I got some pretty tough skin on my feet towards the end of this experiment and could run a few miles without anything on my feet. On another tangent, I was once stopped by a police car because I was real depressed one night, running barefoot at like 9pm, and they had gotten a call because some intoxicated ex-boyfriend who had physically assaulted his ex-girlfriend was also running around in the area, and was ALSO barefoot. Good. Anyways, so not only was I depressed, running barefoot on pavement, and about two degrees away from fucking ending it – I get pulled over by the cops, asked if I’ve been drinking, what I’m running from, and why I’m barefoot. My answer at the time was, “Well the Kenyans run barefoot.” The cops laughed in my face. “No really I read an article those guys are legit, the best runners in the world.”) Basically I was a gigantic fucking piece of shit.
Look guys long story short – this was before I was running barefoot. So I’m in the school’s gym running on a treadmill. My friends are in there with me. This girl hops onto the treadmill unit next to mine, and I’m 19 right? A long, agonizing series of failures and awkward moments hasn’t completely destroyed my self-confidence or belief that I’m a normal person. I still want to talk to people. I still have bright eyes and hope for the future. I still think waking up the next day isn’t a fucking burden. So the 19 year old me says, this chick’s kinda cute, I’ll say hi to her. So I’m on this fucking treadmill, set at some shitty 7:00 pace, and I turn to this chick to say hi, and I almost immediately mis-step, stumble, and am jerked off the treadmill. The girl is completely unphased by this, quite honestly she couldn’t have given less of a fuck, just starts her run. My friends aren’t concerned for my well-being and laugh and don’t stop to ask if I’m ok.
Honestly? It’s fine. I’m past that now. That’s why I’m sitting here telling you about it.
Broseph writes:
You’re Korean, bro.
Get on it.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Vengeance_Trilogy
I didn’t realize they were part of a trio. I’ve seen Old Boy and Sympathy For Lady Vengeance but not Sympathy For Mr. Vengeance. I liked Old Boy a lot. Sympathy For Lady Vengeance was intriguing but I wouldn’t be as willing to watch it again as much as I would Old Boy. Old Boy had a lot more tragedy in it. It made me ask more questions. Sympathy For Lady Vengeance, while interesting, was not as intense or compelling.
Cmoney writes:
No, see. Here’s the thing. If I went over some paleo-donk’s house who, by some miracle, didn’t talk about how paleo he/she is, then I would probably enjoy a nice meal of pork and salad or some shit. I wouldn’t even notice. I wouldn’t walk away from the evening thinking “my what a fine lifestyle she leads.”
If they came over my house and there was some rice involved, they would probably be all like “eww yeah I can’t eat that.” That’s not a lifestyle. That’s being a jerk.
I don’t know what you want anymore. Are we gonna hug at the Arnold or what? Make sure you are wearing a sleeveless shirt.
Tiny writes:
Mr. Kim,
Thanks for your insight.
If said program was similar to this-
Monday-Squat, Press, DeadLift
Tuesday- Snatch, CJ
Thursday-Snatch, CJ
Friday- Squat, Bench, Pull ups
Sat- Snatch, CJ
What would you recommend rep ranges be?
Thanks for helping me reach my tights, strong goals for the 2012 fiscal year.
I like sets of 5 or 3s and the occasional double or single for squatting, pressing, deadlifts, I haven’t done more than singles in the oly lifts for prob a year though I’m not opposed to doing doubles or triples. If you are progressing by +5lbs each workout on the slow lifts I’d stick with something basic like 3×5, otherwise I’d do a Texas Method type thing where one day is volume and the other is working up to a 5rm or 3rm or a few doubles or something.
Hey man, you’re a great guy, gonna do great. I believe in you. Don’t forget to mob.
Girl I just
I just want to lay you down on the floor.
I want to rub my hands up your thighs, and your hips, and your waist.
I just wanna
I just wanna lick my lips. I want to straddle you, and lean down towards your face. I want to say huskily in your ear,
“Baby, I like the way you move.”
And then I want to take this lacrosse ball right here,
this orange one that I use a lot. I just want to lodge it firmly in the medial border of your scapula. I want to see you reach up above you towards the wall and externally rotate at the top, then sweep your arm down across your chest and internally rotate at end-range. I know it hurts a little baby I know but I need you to do this for me baby I need you to just give it a try, I promise it will make you feel so good. I want to do this all night, baby girl. Or for a cumulative total of about 50 strokes. And then I want to see you test/re-test.
And when you press tomorrow, baby
or when you squeeze your shoulders back for the bench press,
I want you to tell me how good it feels
because I want you to feel good, baby.
I pressed like shit today.
Snatched up to 225lbs, missed the snatch from the below-the-knee hang.
C+jed up to 295lbs though.
Back squat up to an easy 425lbs x 1, finished up with some PR weighted ring-dips at +95lbs x 3 followed by +100lbs x 3, probably because my tris and delts were not tired from a lot of volume with the pressing, and also probably because I fucking weigh 156lbs.
Broseph writes:
This is you in a few years:
http://www.the-back-row.com/media/blogs/TBR/oldboy-face.jpg
Saygoodbyetoyourgains.
lol
Laugh and the world laughs with you. Weep and you weep alone.
I Can Make You A Man writes:
this guy is the editor of this book.
It’s pretty good, I read a few chapters and skimmed about half of them.
You guys should do a podcast.
He’s not gonna like the kind of podcast I’d do.
Tiny writes:
Mr. Kim,
What was your programming like when you first started lifting? If you were to aid someone in coming up with a program similar to yours what would you recommend?
Be safe. Thanks in advance for answering my question. You are a good man.
I trained real stupid early on. Like, legit, the first year of my oly training I trained Bulgarian i.e. 6 days a week, 2x a day, max out sn. and c+j, though I did do a TM-themed program on top of that with 5×5 squats Monday, 3×3 front squats Wed, and a 5rm on Friday.
I would never recommend someone train the way I did when I first started lifting.
I would say, hey man, squat like 2x a week. Deadlift 1x a week. Press and bench 2-3x a week. Do pull ups and chin ups, do some bodybuilding. If you want to do the oly lifts, do those like 3x a week. Make mobility a part of your day and hit like 2-3 different mobs a day, especially if you have problem areas. Eat a lot of animal protein. I’m not gonna say go Paleo but if that is something you can adhere to that’d be pretty good, otherwise cooking the majority of what you eat and avoiding grains when possible will prob make you feel pretty good. Cmoney if you have a problem with this would you kindly get fucked. Anyways that’s about all I got. I’ll talk to ya here in a little bit.
Pete writes:
congratulations brent, your blog has been over-run by furfaggotry and fembots posing as bitches who obviously wont show tits
Guys I just want you all to know that Pete is a HIGH SCHOOL TEACHER. HE COACHES FOOTBALL AND TEACHES HISTORY. HE HAS A WEBSITE FOR HIS CLASS, ON THIS WEBSITE HE POSTS “MOTIVATIONAL QUOTES” BY LIKE THOMAS JEFFERSON AND RALPH WALDO EMERSON. PETE YOU ARE A FUCKING PARIAH. A PARIAH. YOU CARE ABOUT YOUR STUDENTS AND YOU’RE PROBABLY ALL PC AND KIND-HEARTED AND GENUINELY NICE IN PERSON THEN YOU GET ON 70S BIG SPAMMING 4CHAN MEMES PRETENDING TO BE SOMEONE YOU’RE NOT. PETE IS A SELF-PROCLAIMED “LIBERTARIAN.” JUST TO TIE IT ALL TOGETHER – PETE IS A HIGH SCHOOL TEACHER. HE IS PROBABLY A HIGH SCHOOL TEACHER BECAUSE HE BELIEVES IN THE FUTURE, AND OF THE IMPORTANCE OF EDUCATING OUR CHILDREN. HE QUOTES THOMAS JEFFERSON AND RALPH WALDO EMERSON. HE HAS STRONG POLITICAL OPINIONS. THIS IS THE SAME FUCKING GUY WHO SPAMS 70S BIG WITH 4CHAN SPEAK. PETE I WOULD LIKE TO KNOW YOUR THOUGHTS ABOUT OBAMA. CAN YOU TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL ABOUT THE CANDIDATES FOR THE REPUBLICAN PARTY? PETE’S ALSO A DOG LOVER. WHY DON’T YOU POST PICS OF YOUR FUCKING DOG, PETE? “P-NUT” IS ACTUALLY A VERY CUTE DOG AND FROM THE PICS YOU’VE SHOWED ME APPEARS TO BE VERY SWEET AND TOLERANT.
Pete’s going to the Arnold so if any of you reading will be there we should all hang out, it’ll be nice.
The powerlifters were in the gym today doing squats out of the mono rack and I was in there, all weighing like 156lbs bw and doing my bullshit oly workout. I also deadlifted today and worked up to a challenging 415lbs x 3 double overhand hook grip and did a few more singles at the same weight. One of the powerlifters commented, “Ah look at that, hook grip, that’s good!” and I said very quietly “thanks … ” because I was like but this is fucking babby weight. 20 minutes after this interaction I realized the best response would have been “it’d be a lot cooler if it was like 550lbs,” or even “it’d be cooler if I was on test,” but the magic was gone so I sat there twiddling my thumbs while resting in-between weighted pull ups as a bunch of geared powerlifters did their accessory work. Anyways the point of the story is that someone reached out to me and I was kind of a fucking dick about it unintentionally. If I could go back in time I’d smile bigger, be funnier.
I snatched up to 235lbs, attempted 245lbs twice and while it was close no one really gives a shit about close. C+Jed up to 265lbs, missed the jerk at 285lbs and probably could have made it but I went to 295lbs and missed this jerk twice.
Front squat 315lbs x 3 and 330lbs x 3 since I have not front squat this week.
Deadlifted up to 415lbs x 3, this was pretty challenging. My mid-hamstrings feel pretty tight as I get the bar to the knees so I’m prob gonna have to do some pretty painful tack-and-stretch that I will break a profuse sweat over. The good news is my hook grip seems to have improved a bit since pulling 415lbs x 3 wasn’t terribly difficult other than some moderate discomfort.
Finished up with weighted pull ups (+100lbs x 2), some curls and lat delt db raises.
I found this in my email one morning, I briefly considered fucking ending it after I was done reading.
Broseph writes:
That video was fucking gay.
Dude just
just
just
just fucking chill, man. “Oh those people can express emotions very well through dance, they’re fucking lame as shit” dude just
just
I’m done, honestly? Honestly? Honestly? I’m finished.
criedthefox writes:
I’ve got a thing for white chicks dancing to choreographed hip-hop. so hot.
I’ve got a thing for chicks who can play the accordion. I’ve got a thing for chicks who read fast. I’ve got a thing for when chicks brush their hair. I’ve got a thing for chicks with pretty smiles. I imagine her smiling across the table at me. She is stunning in her blouse and jeans. Her beauty is effortless. I could not think she is prettier. She tells another joke and I lean towards her, ostensibly to hear but really just to be closer. I ask her, what’s it like to be so charming? She rolls her eyes at me. Be still my heart. Later as we walk out into the night, her bare shoulder brushes mine and her soft skin thrills me. I yearn, and my arm wraps around her waist, almost by reflex. Don’t forget this. Let me keep this moment. She walks with me into a warm night.
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