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"Self-awareness, reason, and imagination have disrupted the “harmony”
that characterizes animal existence. Their emergence has made man into
an anomaly, the freak of the universe.
He is part of nature, subject to
her physical laws and unable to change them, yet he transcends nature. He is set apart while being a part; he is homeless, yet chained to the
home he shares with all creatures. Cast into this world at an accidental
place and time, he is forced out of it accidentally and against his
will. Being aware of himself, he realizes his powerlessness and the
limitations of his existence. He is never free from the dichotomy of his
existence: he cannot rid himself of his mind, even if he would want to;
he cannot rid himself of his body as long as he is alive – and his body
makes him want to be alive."
- Erich Fromm (Anatomy of Human Destructiveness)
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| "Mother, tell your runners not to walk my way." |
Here is a brief but excellent article on why running long distances at a
bullshit pace is doing nothing for you. It echos what I have said since
this blog started, bursts of intensity with frequent periods of rest
(sprints, HIIT) are what you do if you want to burn fat and
build muscle.
"it's true that exertion improves heart health and cardio-respiratory capacity.....but running is too middle-of-the-road to be a particularly
effective... Just like curling a weight a hundred times won't boost strength as well
as a small number of heavier sets, exercising the heart at a higher
intensity is a better way to get the job done."
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| I'm going to have to ask you to step off the sidewalk and stop fucking up the foot traffic of this crowded pedestrian zone. Are you lost? I'm citing you for being a showboating prick. The only reason I'm not arresting you is because you at least have your shirt on. Sir, you are aware it is 2100 on a Saturday night, correct? Get a goddamn treadmill since you just have to run at this inconvenient time of the evening for EVERY SINGLE PERSON that is not you. |
I AM A CUP TO BE FILLED WITH THE WRATH OF HELL
With
the changing seasons comes a change in routine. Join me in a
moment of silence please, as we box, bury, and say our final goodbyes to
the beloved tank tops and sleeveless shirts. May they rest easy in the
back of our closets till God calls them back next year. (RIP
Tank Top 2016-2016) (RIP Sleeveless Shirts 2016-2016 "In God's Hands
Now").
Wear the same shitty beanie, flannel, hoodie, and long sleeve every single day. No Variety, No Options. Much like your heart, pick an
outfit void of color and show up to work. We can't waste any effort making decisions not
related to weightlifting.
Delete your 90-day Hollywood cut-shred-dryout-competition routines. In fact, fuck all the vanilla strict Excel spreadsheet programing that is plaguing weightlifting the past few years. STOP OUTSOURCING YOUR EFFORT, STOP OUTSOURCING YOUR LIFTS! Don't read me wrong, there is a time/place for that strict programing stuff, but unless your squatting a 1,000 lbs. in the Olympics, doing your own workouts for an indefinite amount of time will not prevent you from getting stronger. Routines and programs teach novices sooooo much about yourself and what you are capable of. But its important to ask "cant you do that too?" Again, not dismissing specific programs. I have been jerking off Smolov Squat on this blog for the last three years. If it works for you than fuck me. I mean that. Keep doing your thing, this does not apply to you.
It just frustrates me much wore than it actually should when I see people getting trapped in that spreadsheet programing black hole thats plugged in with unnecessarily complected hi-speed equations about the velocity of their hips in conjunction with the speed of the bar, given its rate and tempo while in relation to the motion of the lifters kinematics compared to his overall vector quality (those are literally all different ways to say the damn thing moved in a direction at this speed). The by the book programing routine gets toxic after relentless use. A toxin is anything capable of disease or a reaction that can become deadly to your body. That means that even water, the thing that facilitates all essential processes of life, is a toxin in the right amounts. Having every single lift, set, breath, rest, and rep planned for you for the next 4 months is boring, eliminates creativity, and will eventually kill you mentally, if not physically. What are you scared of? Having fun, surprising yourself, finding something that works? Let go of the hand that helped you walk so you can run. We are not dumb. We can figure out how many of X it takes to see results.
Walk with me here, I'm getting a lil' abstract but, we gotta take this "community mentality" out of weightlifting. When did everyone become certified to tell other people what they have to do? This is about you. This is your body. Strength is relative, its YOUR strength, even if someone coached you or helped you, it is still only your strength. Don't lie to yourself, YOU KNOW when you pulled back from a lift session. Deep inside you know you could have done a few more reps. Stop letting other people dictate your lack of progress. Start taking some personal responsibility and be accountable for what you do and fail to do. Go off script and really test yourself in the gym. I promise you will learn just as much about your abilities as any online coaching counseling consulting firm. Don't ever forget this is suppose to be fun. If you are not happy then you are in the wrong line of work. We lift because we love it, even if we hate ourselves.
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| The bodies of all the lifters who couldn't handle the reality of what is about to be said.... |
It just frustrates me much wore than it actually should when I see people getting trapped in that spreadsheet programing black hole thats plugged in with unnecessarily complected hi-speed equations about the velocity of their hips in conjunction with the speed of the bar, given its rate and tempo while in relation to the motion of the lifters kinematics compared to his overall vector quality (those are literally all different ways to say the damn thing moved in a direction at this speed). The by the book programing routine gets toxic after relentless use. A toxin is anything capable of disease or a reaction that can become deadly to your body. That means that even water, the thing that facilitates all essential processes of life, is a toxin in the right amounts. Having every single lift, set, breath, rest, and rep planned for you for the next 4 months is boring, eliminates creativity, and will eventually kill you mentally, if not physically. What are you scared of? Having fun, surprising yourself, finding something that works? Let go of the hand that helped you walk so you can run. We are not dumb. We can figure out how many of X it takes to see results.
Walk with me here, I'm getting a lil' abstract but, we gotta take this "community mentality" out of weightlifting. When did everyone become certified to tell other people what they have to do? This is about you. This is your body. Strength is relative, its YOUR strength, even if someone coached you or helped you, it is still only your strength. Don't lie to yourself, YOU KNOW when you pulled back from a lift session. Deep inside you know you could have done a few more reps. Stop letting other people dictate your lack of progress. Start taking some personal responsibility and be accountable for what you do and fail to do. Go off script and really test yourself in the gym. I promise you will learn just as much about your abilities as any online coaching counseling consulting firm. Don't ever forget this is suppose to be fun. If you are not happy then you are in the wrong line of work. We lift because we love it, even if we hate ourselves.
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| A program-fetish lifter and his two "coaches". |
Also, fuck portion control. Eat how much you need to get what you want done. We gotta eat cause were going primal. Full retard. Back to nausea inducing hard work and ignorant dedication. We gotta fill out these winter flannels and hoodies. Increased fabric on our physique will not deter us. If anything, we now work twice as hard in gym and kitchen. How else are the civilians gonna know who fucking lifts? It's our duty to make sure milk-drinkers, betas, and busters know the difference between the meatheads who eat bricks while shitting glass and the weekend warrior who only peaks in the summer (with his shirt off.) Nothing is more impressive than a heavily clothed man with the ability to confirm to strangers 10 feet away that he does indeed lift. I'm talking pecs, traps, and lats daddy. Rugby shoulders, Pat Tillman necks, Notre Dame backs, Twin Sitter necks, and breast plate Kevlar pecs.
Fuck up these muscles from every angle. Fuck everything and everybody. The
season of the Meat Locker is here. Get wide. Think thick. Increase
density. Become savage. Fixate on true self-improvement. Give strangers a reason to stay away from you. The expectations for self are exponentially higher from now on. No shape shifting or fence walking. Join the winning team. This is your fault if you fail and your responsibility when you succeed. Which I know you will. I know you will do what it takes to elevate your alpha mentality, but do YOU know it? Get in the weight room and fucking figure it out. Were out here waiting on you to join the ranks. Create so much mass that if I threw you into the ocean you will sink faster than a
stone. Fuck man, get a neck tattoo. What better year than
this to ruin your life? P.S. - Heavyweights is on Netflix right now.
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| use it, pussy. |
STAY GRIM. HIT THE GYM.
