the un official workout thread

[angelofdeath]

Thanks, all.

 

The main thing that gets me is being in a skinny body for so long and getting

this kind of stomach fat. It's disconcerting.

 

What really fucks with me is that I still see myself as a skinny guy in the mirror.

No, I don't pose. Just looking at myself after a shower I see a skinny guy, now with

some pudge in the stomach. It's as hard, I imagine, as a fat person who gets slim.

They still see a fat person in the mirror.

 

i hear ya... been there.

problem is you gotta eat to get big. and you are gonna gain some fat when bulking. everyone does unless you have god like genetics. you can try to reduce it as much as possible, but it will still happen.

a wise man once said... 'the easiest way to lost an inch off the waist is to add an inch to your shoulders/chest/back width.'

[lord_casek]

SF: Dr. Phil is busy, we're gonna have to go with this

 

AOD: Can you post the pic of your sled again? I may build one over the weekend

since all the storms are coming through and I won't be able to get outside.

 

Hill running sounds good, too. I've got a nice big hill right down the road.

[SystemFailure]

Good call with that vidja Casketdropper

 

I advocate hill/any incline running. I hate jogging/wind sprints. Incline running incinerates my legs.

[lord_casek]

my improvised sled:

 

 

approximate weight is about 150 lbs.

to add more weight i add unsplit locust or oak fire wood rounds on it

 

 

Nevermind. I forgot that I know how to use search function.

 

Why does this sled look less pussy than the flat bottom dragging sleds that are for sale?

[CALIgula]

I got into working out and setting up goals for myself because i dont want DMII, high blood pressure, cardiac disease, etc. I will be in my 30's real real soon, and I want to be healthy for the rest of my life.

[angelofdeath]

although this thing was used for road grading on the property.... you can round up a couple trashed 8x8s/rail ties near a rail line... do some snooping around a telephone/utility dumpsters for telephone bolts. if you cant find them... a steel yard or supplier will have threaded rod for pretty damn cheap. there is steel plate on either end of the ties... if you cant find any... swing by any steel scrap yard, they'll probably just let you take 2 peices/what you need. or if you have to pay it will be like a buck or two probably. in fact you can even find piles of shit near their dumpsters taht might work.

 

its definitely sounds much cheaper and definitely more fun to build one of these things than to pay 200 bucks for one, especially if you dont have any 45 plates.

[lord_casek]

Thanks. Already have access to a couple of rr ties. I see you're using a chain. Do you attach this to a belt or just lock it around your waist?

[angelofdeath]

i have hooked it to a belt, but i usually just grab it and hold and either put it around my waist holding the chain in the back of me when walking forward or put it around my waist and walk backwards holding it.

when i turn it the easier way (where the steel isnt digging into the road) i use a tow strap hooked onto the d rings

[pissdrunkwhat?!]

just wailed on a tire with a sledgehammer

[vanfullofretards]

just wailed on a tire with a sledgehammer

 

:lol: :lol: :lol: hahahah getting back to basics huh? propped

[lord_casek]

just wailed on a tire with a sledgehammer

 

 

I hope you yelled at it for being lazy.

[lord_casek]

i have hooked it to a belt, but i usually just grab it and hold and either put it around my waist holding the chain in the back of me when walking forward or put it around my waist and walk backwards holding it.

when i turn it the easier way (where the steel isnt digging into the road) i use a tow strap hooked onto the d rings

 

 

Awesome. Thanks.

[lord_casek]

This is all over Fittit

 

Want to build muscle? Drop the heavy weights

http://dailynews.mcmaster.ca/story.cfm?id=6908

 

 

Seems this is the way to go bro bro hypertrophy.

[acer910]

achilles just decided to pull a "fuck you im done with this shit" a few days ago. ive been icing it for 15 minutes before bed every day, but thats it. also, ive still been running on it, quitting running isnt an option.

 

anything else i can do for an inflamed achilles tendon?

[podrido]

This is all over Fittit

 

Want to build muscle? Drop the heavy weights

http://dailynews.mcmaster.ca/story.cfm?id=6908

 

 

Seems this is the way to go bro bro hypertrophy.

 

my strength workout goes something like

 

 

find your one rep max in squat, push press, and dead lift

 

 

then find 90% of that max

and work with

75-85-95% of those numbers 5x5x5 last set till before failure

 

then a de load week with light reps

[lord_casek]

my strength workout goes something like

 

 

find your one rep max in squat, push press, and dead lift

 

 

then find 90% of that max

and work with

75-85-95% of those numbers 5x5x5 last set till before failure

 

then a de load week with light reps

 

I like this style, I don't use it, but I do like what Scooby recommends.

Seems to be very knowledgeable.

http://scoobysworkshop.com/mixitup.htm

[metronome]

achilles just decided to pull a "fuck you im done with this shit" a few days ago. ive been icing it for 15 minutes before bed every day, but thats it. also, ive still been running on it, quitting running isnt an option.

 

anything else i can do for an inflamed achilles tendon?

 

 

Yeah, not run on it <shakes head>

It won't heal unless you give it time...

 

Oh, and if you tear it because you're running on it while its inflamed, be prepared to be able to do nothing for a long fuckin time.

[gasfacevictm]

This is all over Fittit

 

Want to build muscle? Drop the heavy weights

http://dailynews.mcmaster.ca/story.cfm?id=6908

 

 

Seems this is the way to go bro bro hypertrophy.

 

So, reps until failure with light weights?

Why not do the same with heavy weights and save time?

I don't get what they have discovered.

[acer910]

Yeah, not run on it <shakes head>

It won't heal unless you give it time...

 

Oh, and if you tear it because you're running on it while its inflamed, be prepared to be able to do nothing for a long fuckin time.

 

 

yeah, i know i shouldnt be running. but im not going to just stop running all together a week before the seasons most critical time trial.

but its actually helping alot to ice it, i was surprised.

[pissdrunkwhat?!]

Rest, Ice, Compression, Elevation.

 

R.I.C.E.

FOR ALLLLLLL YOUR INJURY NEEDS.

[metronome]

So, reps until failure with light weights?

Why not do the same with heavy weights and save time?

I don't get what they have discovered.

 

I think the point is a lot of people who go the heavy weight until fatigue have a higher potential of hurting themselves

[lord_casek]

So, reps until failure with light weights?

Why not do the same with heavy weights and save time?

I don't get what they have discovered.

 

 

 

What they're saying is if you want bigger muscles (hypertrophy)

w/o the strength, lighter weights/higher reps.

 

According to what I've read, weightlifters have known this for a while.

 

You can gain massive amounts of strength (power lifters) and not

get the bloated muscle look from high weights/low reps.

 

High weight/high rep doesn't work for some reason.

 

 

low weights go for the 8-12 reps in a set.

high weights for 4-6 per set.

 

 

Maybe one of the more experienced lifters can clarify this more than

I?

[lord_casek]

The Iron

by Henry Rollins

 

I believe that the definition of definition is reinvention. To not be like your parents. To not be like your friends. To be yourself.

 

Completely.

 

When I was young I had no sense of myself. All I was, was a product of all the fear and humiliation I suffered. Fear of my parents. The humiliation of teachers calling me "garbage can" and telling me I'd be mowing lawns for a living. And the very real terror of my fellow students. I was threatened and beaten up for the color of my skin and my size. I was skinny and clumsy, and when others would tease me I didn't run home crying, wondering why.

 

I knew all too well. I was there to be antagonized. In sports I was laughed at. A spaz. I was pretty good at boxing but only because the rage that filled my every waking moment made me wild and unpredictable. I fought with some strange fury. The other boys thought I was crazy.

 

I hated myself all the time.

As stupid at it seems now, I wanted to talk like them, dress like them, carry myself with the ease of knowing that I wasn't going to get pounded in the hallway between classes. Years passed and I learned to keep it all inside. I only talked to a few boys in my grade. Other losers. Some of them are to this day the greatest people I have ever known. Hang out with a guy who has had his head flushed down a toilet a few times, treat him with respect, and you'll find a faithful friend forever. But even with friends, school sucked. Teachers gave me hard time. I didn't think much of them either.

 

Then came Mr. Pepperman, my advisor. He was a powerfully built Vietnam veteran, and he was scary. No one ever talked out of turn in his class. Once one kid did and Mr. P. lifted him off the ground and pinned him to the blackboard. Mr. P. could see that I was in bad shape, and one Friday in October he asked me if I had ever worked out with weights. I told him no. He told me that I was going to take some of the money that I had saved and buy a hundred-pound set of weights at Sears. As I left his office, I started to think of things I would say to him on Monday when he asked about the weights that I was not going to buy. Still, it made me feel special. My father never really got that close to caring. On Saturday I bought the weights, but I couldn't even drag them to my mom's car. An attendant laughed at me as he put them on a dolly.

 

Monday came and I was called into Mr. P.'s office after school. He said that he was going to show me how to work out. He was going to put me on a program and start hitting me in the solar plexus in the hallway when I wasn't looking. When I could take the punch we would know that we were getting somewhere. At no time was I to look at myself in the mirror or tell anyone at school what I was doing. In the gym he showed me ten basic exercises. I paid more attention than I ever did in any of my classes. I didn't want to blow it. I went home that night and started right in.

 

Weeks passed, and every once in a while Mr. P. would give me a shot and drop me in the hallway, sending my books flying. The other students didn't know what to think. More weeks passed, and I was steadily adding new weights to the bar. I could sense the power inside my body growing. I could feel it.

 

Right before Christmas break I was walking to class, and from out of nowhere Mr. Pepperman appeared and gave me a shot in the chest. I laughed and kept going. He said I could look at myself now. I got home and ran to the bathroom and pulled off my shirt. I saw a body, not just the shell that housed my stomach and my heart. My biceps bulged. My chest had definition. I felt strong. It was the first time I can remember having a sense of myself. I had done something and no one could ever take it away. You couldn't say s--t to me.

 

It took me years to fully appreciate the value of the lessons I have learned from the Iron. I used to think that it was my adversary, that I was trying to lift that which does not want to be lifted. I was wrong. When the Iron doesn't want to come off the mat, it's the kindest thing it can do for you. If it flew up and went through the ceiling, it wouldn't teach you anything. That's the way the Iron talks to you. It tells you that the material you work with is that which you will come to resemble. That which you work against will always work against you.

 

It wasn't until my late twenties that I learned that by working out I had given myself a great gift. I learned that nothing good comes without work and a certain amount of pain. When I finish a set that leaves me shaking, I know more about myself. When something gets bad, I know it can't be as bad as that workout.

 

I used to fight the pain, but recently this became clear to me: pain is not my enemy; it is my call to greatness. But when dealing with the Iron, one must be careful to interpret the pain correctly. Most injuries involving the Iron come from ego. I once spent a few weeks lifting weight that my body wasn't ready for and spent a few months not picking up anything heavier than a fork. Try to lift what you're not prepared to and the Iron will teach you a little lesson in restraint and self-control.

 

I have never met a truly strong person who didn't have self-respect. I think a lot of inwardly and outwardly directed contempt passes itself off as self-respect: the idea of raising yourself by stepping on someone's shoulders instead of doing it yourself. When I see guys working out for cosmetic reasons, I see vanity exposing them in the worst way, as cartoon characters, billboards for imbalance and insecurity. Strength reveals itself through character. It is the difference between bouncers who get off strong-arming people and Mr.Pepperman.

 

Muscle mass does not always equal strength. Strength is kindness and sensitivity. Strength is understanding that your power is both physical and emotional. That it comes from the body and the mind. And the heart.

 

Yukio Mishima said that he could not entertain the idea of romance if he was not strong. Romance is such a strong and overwhelming passion, a weakened body cannot sustain it for long. I have some of my most romantic thoughts when I am with the Iron. Once I was in love with a woman. I thought about her the most when the pain from a workout was racing through my body.

 

Everything in me wanted her. So much so that sex was only a fraction of my total desire. It was the single most intense love I have ever felt, but she lived far away and I didn't see her very often. Working out was a healthy way of dealing with the loneliness. To this day, when I work out I usually listen to ballads.

 

I prefer to work out alone.

 

It enables me to concentrate on the lessons that the Iron has for me. Learning about what you're made of is always time well spent, and I have found no better teacher. The Iron had taught me how to live. Life is capable of driving you out of your mind. The way it all comes down these days, it's some kind of miracle if you're not insane. People have become separated from their bodies. They are no longer whole.

 

I see them move from their offices to their cars and on to their suburban homes. They stress out constantly, they lose sleep, they eat badly. And they behave badly. Their egos run wild; they become motivated by that which will eventually give them a massive stroke. They need the Iron Mind.

 

Through the years, I have combined meditation, action, and the Iron into a single strength. I believe that when the body is strong, the mind thinks strong thoughts. Time spent away from the Iron makes my mind degenerate. I wallow in a thick depression. My body shuts down my mind.

 

The Iron is the best antidepressant I have ever found. There is no better way to fight weakness than with strength. Once the mind and body have been awakened to their true potential, it's impossible to turn back.

 

The Iron never lies to you. You can walk outside and listen to all kinds of talk, get told that you're a god or a total bastard. The Iron will always kick you the real deal. The Iron is the great reference point, the all-knowing perspective giver. Always there like a beacon in the pitch black. I have found the Iron to be my greatest friend. It never freaks out on me, never runs. Friends may come and go. But two hundred pounds is always two hundred pounds.

[IOU]

Always dug Mr. Rollins.

 

I haven't stayed true to my workout routine lately, thanks to my all too excessive habits which can take a day to three days to get really right and functioning again. But I am in better shape than I have been in years and see myself moving towards a healthier lifestyle. That is a good thing.

 

Actually, I'm gonna change up the routine I have going.

[lord_casek]

I'm the same way. I keep focusing on getting stronger/bigger, though. Also, Pantera.

[IOU]

Cardio at the moment. Trying to lose the fat, then I'll define.

 

I feel like I need endurance and stamina more than anything. I'm way too flabby and it bugs the hell out of me. At my age I need to replace a lot of old and bad habits.

[lord_casek]

One step at a time, man. This time next year the workout thread needs to have a meetup.

We should have it in a city with a bunch of the emo 12oz'ers so we can smash skulls.

 

Viking apparel/weaponry would be optional. Also: beards.

[angelofdeath]

i'll start growing a beard right now.

 

i believe a youtube montage of the footage with 'call to arms' by manowar as the music is a must

[lord_casek]

Sounds like a plan.

 

I'll start searching ebay for one of these bad boys

My helmets theme song will be this

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KUug6ZA0MpU

[acer910]

Rest, Ice, Compression, Elevation.

 

R.I.C.E.

FOR ALLLLLLL YOUR INJURY NEEDS.

 

 

 

i remembered this, and asked my coach about it and he said compression and elevation wouldnt do anything for it.

 

 

but i thinks its all better now

knock on wood.