Friday, April 15, 2016

BEYOND THE MUSCLE: Vintage Bodybuilding Culture. A Call For It's Return.




The content of this blog is not necessarily dense, but admittedly I stay pretty serious face when I write. This is because I care. I have passion in my craft of lifting weights, talking about lifting weights, reading about lifting weights, and most importantly writing about lifting weights. To me it is more than a hobby or a lifestyle. Weightlifting and things affiliated with it are an extension of my being as a human. I don’t know how else to explain it without creeping you out. So I am just gonna leave it at that. Point is,  I'm so focused and obsessed with myself and everyone else who carry the torch of real strength that the only way I can lay my eggs of motivation into peoples brains is with intensity.
But even the darkest and most corrupted trigger man has to lighten up (but only when no ones looking.) Not really….but srsly. So I’m shifting gears and putting this thing in reverse. Were going on a field trip, brothers. You don’t know where you’re going, if you don’t know where you’ve been. I’m taking you to a place in time where vanity, pride, excess, and fame was the standard operating procedure. Where modesty was an insult. When life was simple and people were put into two groups: 1) You had muscles. 2) You were boring. If you haven’t guessed by now we are going to walk the halls of the single greatest decade in the history of Bodybuilding. The golden age of roid rage, the decade of decadence, 1980’s Gym Culture.
Even your redneck as fuck, drug dealing cousin from central Florida was hitting weights.
Before we go any further I want to go on the record and say that I am 100% serious about everything I will be showcasing. My commentary is true. I’m patiently waiting on this level of beauty to bloom once more. The best way to make this a reality starts with YOU, the reader. Live your life by the same code these buff bastards lived. Never miss an opportunity to flex. If you friends don’t lift weights, they are not your friends. The more buff guys there are in one collective group the better your life will be. If you shirt or shorts are too small, go down a size. Chicks wont bang a guy who squats 405lbs, Chicks will bang a guy who LOOKS like he squats 405lbs. HAILS! Let us respect the muscles who came before us. May we absorb their wisdom and ethics like a cheap white gym towel. Bow your heads and say with me …….
“In the name of The Squat, The Bench Press and The Holy Deadlift. Amen.”


QUESTION: IS IT STILL A MUSCLE CAR IF THE MUSCLE AND CAR ARE SEPARATE?

Do enough digging around in the back catalogs of FLEX magazine or google searching "80's BB (bodybuilders will from here on be abbreviated as BB) you will undoubtedly spot a familiar trend of weirdly buff dudes awkwardly posing in front of, what I assume, are their cars. This is an advanced maneuver. Is this a photo of Doug in front of his car OR Is this a photo of Doug's car and he is standing there? They had it down to a science. I cannot decipher between the two, which means that no one can complain about Doug being vain. It deflects mockery by posing this paradox. "Aye, fuck you Mick. The wife wants a photo of our car, she takes the damn photo. I swear you cant tell her nuttin'." Case fucking closed. You are now forced to mire' both Doug's chiseled physique and his very clean automobile.

"Picture me rollin in my 500 Benz with my 500 Bench max."
Exhibit B
Exhibit C
The Triple Threat: you know who he is, you know what he drives, and you know where he lifts. No further questions your honor.
If I may contradict my argument, There are rare instances where you simply cannot fool a man. If the guy shows up in the photo with a thong and gold chain we know your angle. Appreciate the effort buddy but stick to the stage, its much easier than real life. (still mirin' the.chest to lat separation though. respect,)
OK, last car themed photo I promise. I just want you observe the the "Hardstyle" pose in its infancy. Notice how both participants have slight knee bends. Proof of the Hardstyle's eventual evolution into full knee-to-ground contact. Also note this man gives the lady the right-of-way for outside bicep privilege.Very courteous move, but upon further inspection you will observe the left arm curled inward and well flexed. Quite possibly stronger of the two. An the extremely rare siting of both female flattery and showcasing the males best feature. Seeing the subtle complexities of the Hardstyle pose in its developing stages really brings a new appreciation of its evolution.

In times before digital cameras or smart phones with filters you had only one camera and one filter. The "Low Ceiling Basement Lighting" filter. This was the only location in the entire house able to do your figure justice was. Finished or un-finished, it didn't matter. The low ceilings provided that optimallighting that draped over every inch of your curves and cuts like a luxurious sex robe. The basement was the preferred filter for generations of men dying to document their gains. No one saw these photos either. The dude took them strictly for himself. The photos kept like treasured relics in scrapbooks across attics coast to coast.  Relics that would be unearthed by zit faced teens searching for nudie magazines in the twilight of Grandpas life. "Look here grandson...Grandpa wasn't always a shriveled sun grape. I woulda whooped your ass." You can hear this guy yelling at his wife to come downstairs and take some photos of him after his bicep super set. She likely finished the roll and was forced to immediately drop the film roll off at the local pharmacy.

Real recognized real. Big dudes were friends with other big dudes. Not by choice, by necessity. The more big dudes in one location, the bigger everyone looked. I call it Muscular Conjugation, A transfer of genetic material between two lifters. The muscley genetics transferred from one physique to the nearest neighboring physique. Which is beneficial to both hosts, thus increasing the overall strength of a buff dude colony. 

Similar to Muscular Conjugation we have what is known as "Anabolic synergism." Again, the mechanism of action occurs when a colony of buff dudes and their buff girlfriends formed in a public space. Anabolic synergism is most often seen when multiple bodybuilders are pressed together for a photo opportunity. Their builds become stronger and bigger than if just a single BB was present.
Not a single ounce of irony in this photo. It's what Iron Madien would look like if they spent more time weightlifting instead of logging flight hours for a pilots license So they can play a 4 hour set in Lima Peru.
So many avenues of approach in this gem. Could spend an hour writing about this so I will let the reader indulge themselves in this one. I do, however, want to bring your attention to the middle mans shirt. It is literally a shirt that says Vitamins. It has a picture of vitamins below it. Fuck. Brilliant. Is this shirt part of a series? Is there another that says "Protein" with a scoop of whey below it? Is there one that says "Food" and features a steak with a glass of milk? I need to know goddamnit. Who made this shirt?!
Obviously without social media how is a lifter suppose to stroke his ego? How is the lifter gonna let the betas know hes out there? You know what they did? They used their own money to buy ad space in a muscle magazine. Respect. That means whatever picture was hitting the presses had to be your absolute best work possible because that's the only one people would see (plus you fucking paid for it). I like this idea better. So instead of flooding the public with shitty pictures of a temporary physique, you only brought out the big guns.

While I'm on the subject here are some gain photos that need to stop. The 20 min. arm pump, the appearance of a obscure basilic or cephalic vein that cannot even be measured with a small ruler, the full mirror gym selfie of someone who is not sweating, any picture in a bathroom with the toilet visible, and a photo that is both out of focus and visibly heavily filtered. Look, I'm the document your progress guy 100% no doubt. A little vanity is good for the human condition. Pictures are crucial in motivation and reflection. But I'm pleading with gym culture to please bring an end to the hour by hour update of what your building. It ruins the transformation and makes even people making big strides look thirsty as fuck. Not every workout needs a photo. Weightlifting ins a tricky balance between vanity and humility. Close the curtains, get to work, and come out when you have actually built something worth showing.
So much more to cover. I could write for days about this topic and all its glory. I'll save the rest for another post otherwise this thing will never get published. Too easy to get lost in a wormhole of oiled & thick physiques. 

The legendary Scott Hall. None greater.


Doug Young is not concerned with your macros count. Your mobility does not impress him.

 
And now I leave you with the hardest, most savage, black metal friendly wrestling tag-team to ever step inside the ring. Ax and Smash. Pioneers of both the bloated powerlifting guy look and the wet leather black masked assailant villain that haunted your dreams as a youth look. 


DEMOLITION








inspired to craft my own Demoliton mask now.

STAY GRIM.

Sunday, February 14, 2016

SMOLOV IN DEPTH: SQUAT, EAT, SLEEP, HATE YOURSELF, REPEAT and WHAT IS THE 40% RULE?

"...and as for why I no longer kill? I hate no man as much as I hate myself."
DISCLAIMER: 
If weightlifting is not 50% of the reason you are still alive, then promptly execute an about face and swiftly walk out of this room afraid to even breath. Do not make eye contact with any of us. Go back to your scenic hiking trails, your spartan-military-warlord-beastmode-challenger XxXtreme hard-earned-mud soaked obstacle course fetish, and your sisters walk/run/fun 5K benefits. Only the committed and proven are worthy of the content in this blog. You have to leave because the things we discuss and addresses require qualities not allowed with the garbage modern gym culture. Things like uhhhhh.....COMMITMENT, DEDICATION, or (get this) ACTUALLY TRYING! We do things that are hard and painful. WE ARE PEOPLE WHO DO NOT QUIT WHEN ITS GETS HARDER. When its difficult we look up and say “Gimme Some.”

sadistic in all of our endeavors.
If you are still here:
Hit yourself in the face once or twice.
 Bang your chest.
Spit on the floor.
Scream at the mirror.
Channel your disgust. 
Have pride in how fucked up you are.
Walk into your gym confident and strong.
Crawl out of your gym humbled and stronger.
Hopefully your dick is hard and your palms are seizing up into fists that refuse to release. Enjoy that pre-post Fluff. GET SOME! Now lets get our knuckles bloody.


"IF IT DOESN'T SUCK, WE DON'T DO IT."

LEARNING THE 40% RULE. 
What is the 40% rule?  This quote is from a Navy SEAL who created the 40% mantra.

“…He would say that when your mind is telling you you’re done, you’re really only 40 percent done. And he had a motto: If it doesn’t suck, we don’t do it. And that was his way of every day forcing us to get uncomfortable to figure out what our baseline was and what our comfort level was and just turning it upside down. We all have that will. It’s just a matter of how we apply it.

This is biblical. I know this first hand. One of the greatest gifts the Infantry gave me is the ability to push past the point of your exhaustion. When I was in boot camp I started learning what I was capable of. Each grueling two-a-day Physical Training session peppered with little sleep and endless 45pound ruck marches with a 27 pound rifle had me breaking down fast and looking for sympathy. In the Army we called it “feeling sorry for yourself.” That is the initial 40% peak. Your smoked and ready to stop, but the reality of the task ahead would not accommodate my butt hurt feelings and tired body. There was no sympathy and there never will be. I had to move on for the greater good of the team. If I failed, my squad failed. If our squad failed, we either died or were punished with even more grueling physical exercises after we finished whatever task we were currently doing. What we called “getting the shit smoked out of you”. I swear to you there were times where I was so drenched in sweat and hadn't stopped moving for hours. I was seeing shit. The face of God appeared before me. That is how I know I was fucked up. I was seeing shit that doesn't even exist. So, with each passing week I began going a little bit further and faster than the previous week but I never realized it until the end of my 16-week Ft. Benning vacation. I reflected on how far I came and how much more resilient I was. Resilience is a crucial ingredient in endurance and fatigue.  

All the hardest and strongest dudes I served with had become soldiers who fed of the failure of others around them. Two reasons: 1) That is one less competitor in the event or training and 2) It was a tool used to guilt those who couldn’t hack it into manning the fuck up, stop feeling sorry for themselves. They were mocked in hopes they would dig into that 60% reserve to get that famed second wind. 9 out 10 times the fading soldiers fell out with heads down and little shame. But that 1 dude out of every 10 responded to his failures and mockery by quickly getting back in line and pushing on silently. That 1 dude has now earned the respect his peers because he showed his ass (flagrantly showing people your weakness) and was ready to tap but something clicked in him and he carried on.
Mind Control.
 Self Control by Laura Branigan.

SMOLOV SQUAT PROGRAM: THEN AND NOW
Long time readers should already be familiar with the Smolov Program. I have relentlessly preached its merits over the last three years. In all my years of gym weightlifting nothing I’ve done or tried to do has ever given me results the way Smolov has. It a program crafted to perfection. It is philosophical as much as it is quantitative. Weight room poetry in motion. It is a rewarding path littered with landmines of short-term goals that accumulate into gratifying long-term triumphs.

If you have no idea what I am talking about the click the link below to learn. You are required to visit the link below before further reading.

This article is intended for anyone interested in growing respectable legs, confidence, size, weight, and wisdom. From the flabby n00b who knows hes gotta shape up before his bad back and left knee give out at the "old" age of 28, to the overly tattooed Co-Magnon who recently unlocked his true potential and has actually transformed himself into a respectable monster, to even the tanned IG rock star who somehow manages plug a garbage ass "sponsor" into photos of a bottled water and cuddling rescue dogs.

I feel confident in my ability to molest the entire spectrum of lifters because this is not my first Smolov Cycle.  I completed my first Smolov cycle at Anytime Fitness in Olympia, WA and Wilson Sports and Fitness Center on JBLM North Post in Fort Lewis at the start of 2014. Currently I am quarter into my 2nd descent.
The above information is crucial to you the reader because who I was then as a lifter and who I am now are depressingly similar but incredibly different.
HNNNG

I am going to list and compare the circumstances, differences, nutrition, opinions, and results of both cycles. I hope this helps you and give you the motivation or idea to submit to this program. I also hope its aids in better understanding the unseen work of a typical Smolov cycle.


Now, I am writing this with the assumption that you are not a competitive bodybuilder who's finances are dictated by the number of pumps achieved before 2100. You are a workingman, you are a student, you are a three job-working bachelor, you are a father/husband/guardian. You spend your days and nights shifting your energy and empathy into multiple facets of existence. Plainly put, you got other shit going on in your life all the time. BUT like any hobby, when you want to pursue your interest you find the fucking resources and you make the goddamn time to make it happen.
The caption of this photo is really what sells it for me. Time To Feel indeed.


Cycle One: March -June (2014)
1. Before this I only recently began squatting. I would say about 8 months of squatting once a week. High reps of weight that never went heavier than 225. I thought I was building big legs but really i was just building false hope. I already addressed the error of my non-squatting ways before. I’m ashamed it took me that long to realize how important legs were in building a strong frame. Because I had not squatted for very long or frequently I was totally blind to proper squat form and technique. I learned as I progressed in the program.  In hindsight I wish I had focused more on that kinda stuff when I was cherry because I did suffer some minor tears and long lasting aches that took an incredibly long time to correct and become habit.


2. I was in the Army and my normal M-F work schedule was as follows:
Wake up at 0430, leave by 0515, at work 10 minutes before 0600
Physical Training was 0630-0930 (average 10-12 miles of running a week)
Work till 1700 or 1800
Eat and at the gym by 2000 for the lift.
Asleep by 2230-2300

3. Sleep was decent but by no means good. Weekend's allowed me to catch up on rest. Rest and Relaxation is an extremely important component of this program. Do not miss an opportunity to lay down and do nothing.

4. I had no child and was not in college. This is the single reason I was able to execute this program despite my grueling work schedule.

5. My final 3 weeks of the program where I was to attempt my new true max was cut off because of an extended training exercise. I left for the desert of California to train outdoors in 100 degree heat for 6 weeks. Everything I built was lost. It was a very hard climb back to the top. I still remember how depressed I was when I came back. Never again.


6. I ate like an animal with complete disregard for calories or content. Talking medium pizza and 10 wings for lunch like it was nothing. Dozen eggs a day, Burger King and Wendy’s value menu daily, etc… It was actually quite fun. I had never done anything like that before.

7. I drank alcohol waaaaay more than I do now. Binge drank every weekend getting wasted. Its just was soldiers do.

8. My legs, shoulders, trunk, arms, grew exponentially. Incredibly significant gains were achieved boys. I had to buy new underwear and pants quicker than I expected. It’ll never for the ecstasy of finally being one of the big dudes who always complained about jeans not fitting.


9. My start weight was 205 and my finish weight was 222.


10. I did not keep a written log with notes of all my lifts. I just screen shot the week’s program and followed it from my phone. I did however document significant portions of my lifts on Instagram and with photos. I can now go back and compare where I was then to now to actually see with clear vision how much I was improving and growing. This is highly recommended for everyone attempting this program or something similar. You don’t know how far you’ve come if you don’t know where you’ve been.


11. I stretched out often before and after my lifts. Learned a lot of new stretches and which ones helped me the most for recovery and performance. I learned the basics of foam rolling but admittedly did not do them 100% the right way. My stretching routine did not incorporate rolling out the bottoms of my feet or my calves. Which is imperative in maintaining muscle, joint, and tendon health. Especially the older you get and the longer you’ve been a hard lifting meathead.

Commin' outta a 13-week program like...
 
Cycle Two: January-April (2016)

1. No longer in the military. Fuck yeah. This now gives me ample time for recovery since my other responsibilities (class, homework, studying, writing papers, Dad stuff) requires minimal physical output. On the other hand, the accelerated mental output throughout my day does breed its own challenges. 


2. I am keeping an detailed and descriptive written log of each lift. I have notes on some of those pages to get a better look on where I am at and what, if anything, needs to be addressed. 
Keeping a workout log like this is also helpful in keeping me focused and motivated. So again I strongly suggest you do something similar when tackling any extended training program.


3. Now instead of being a soldier I am a full time college student. Classes are long with labs. No summer breaks. Every semester has been full-time.


4. I am a father now. My daughter recently turned 1-year old. This makes scheduling gym times a little harder but I am not complaining. I have learned how to adapt to the change. Like any dedicated lifter should.

5. My wife works now. Her hours are erratic and she works random weekends when asked. Another hurdle to jump when planning lifts.

6. My diet is nothing like the first cycle. I eat often and a lot but within reason, I do not gorge on fast food. I eat big meals I make at home, always eating snacks, and whatever my wife cooks I try to eat as much as humanly possible. I never leave the house without something to eat. I am a walking commissary. 


7. My drinking has decreased tenfold. I don't drink because I am home and bored. I have occasional weekend outings where I drink with my buddies and we stay out late but it is light years away from my behavior during the Army and my first cycle.


8. I have learned soooooo fucking much over the last two years about my body, weight lifting, form, stretching technique. I am by no means an expert, but I have a better grasp on what I am doing. My form is considerably better, my stretching is disciplined and effective, my muscles are stronger, and I have learned the merits of mobility and conditioning during the cycle. Basically I have gained more wisdom. A natural side effect of caring.


9. Things that once hurt no longer hurt me. Knee is no issue at all. Left foot cramping and burning pains have subsided, ankles have gotten stronger, my lower back no longer activates as rapidly and burns out before my quads do.


10. I am in an environment (Rockwell Barbell) filled with the proper tools. I have access to friends and people with years of power lifting experience and years of personal and corrective training. If ever I have a pressing question or need a recommendation they are quick to help. It’s a lifesaver. I am grateful for my place in the gym and am humbled to be a part of something so heavy. If I may be real for a moment there is no gym in Chicago and definitely no gym in the Midwest that compares to what we have. If you have ever been fortunate enough to come through then you know what I speak of. Its literally like going to a punk or hardcore show except there are no bands playing. But its just as intense as if they were. Friday nights are lit son. Its is organic, cathartic, and raw. I equate it too a ritual of the utmost extreme. You walk in there on Friday night bench press and it smells like a goddamn fight club. 


Obviously I have not completed this cycle yet. I'm in Week 5 right now. This is where I remember it getting hard. The weight is increasing and I slightly dread it sometimes. Which is awesome. Punish the deserving! Im finding this cycle to be a little more challenging because I am a little older and some aspects of my body are weaker than I'd like. I fine tuned my program schedule to accommodate more back work on days that don't call for squatting.

When you thought you were gonna miss the rep but still managed to fart it out.
 
THE TAKE AWAY: You do not have to do Smolov or have an interest in it to see the pay-off is no secret. Boiling away the spreadsheets, gram counting, recovery, planning, and high-speed discussion points or critiques what remains is this….


Consistent and methodical hard work with reasonable challenges executed over extended time creates Net Gains. We know this truth in the weight room as much as the work place.  It’s an ethos all successful people hold dear.

I refuse to live the farrow existence.


I hope my observations on extended program training impact lifting. I do not intend to talk down to anyone. I just record my observations and relay them to anyone who cares to listen. Take what thou wilt and do what thou must. I’ll see you in Hell.


I leave you with three powerful quotes from the late Jim Rohn. The most sincere and real motivational speaker there ever was and ever will be. Let these words marinate in your head. Really take the time to read them and analyze them. You’ll see that everything I have wrote about and speak of is what this man said for 40 years. Respect.

 
 
“You are the average of the five people you spend the most time with”


“We all must suffer one of two things: the pain of discipline or the pain of regret”


 “If you don’t design your own life plan, chances are you’ll fall into someone else’s. And guess what they have planned for you? Not much.”








STAY GRIM. HIT THE GYM.

Tuesday, January 26, 2016

RIFFIN' AND LIFTIN' : GYM PLAYLIST VOL. II


After much delay on my part for trying to create a flawless and meticulous batch of  grim gym jams I finally said "fuck it, release the riff"! 

Again I was a little handcuffed by Spotify in what I could create. But to Spotify's credit they have an impressive selection of obscure shit. I guess some riffs are just too kvlt for the masses. I can respect that. You gotta earn that listen with some old fashion internet sleuthing. 


Vol. II BMF Presents: NUDE FOR SATAN




So from the break the title puts you in the right frame of mind for what to expect. Nothing but a staggered collection of certified, unholy, black metal, bangers that require no clothing.

Below is the playlist with some commentary on what kinda feels the track will have you feelin' or what time frame wait for to make all that marinating worth it. The tracks listed in bold are your creators personal favorites. 





1. Svartsyn - Revelation In The Waters [Opening track that is set to 11 from the gun. No warm up ambiance massage bullshit. Were are running and jumping into the depths of hell from the start.]

2. Pest- Holocaust

3. Astaroth - Seth

4. Svarttjern - Code Human [1:00 mark. "Running in place on the double bass."]

5. Sarkom -Infected 

6. Lja - Til Avsky For Livet

7. Paul Sabu - At War With The Weights [If you are not familiar with the 80's Bodybuilder-Buddy Comedy "Twin Sitters" then I suggest you YouTube the trailer time now. They don't make em' like they use to. This was as song written specifically for the film. The heaviest song that is unintentionally heavy. Opening line "Racks of iron, Bars of steel. Our pains of labor, On this battlefield." Fucking chorus sounds like Biohazard man. Those gang vocals "AT WAR WITH WEIGHTS, HOO!"

8. Bastard Sapling - My Spine Will Be My Noose - [2:55 mark "My spine! Will be! My noose!" Ough!] 

9/10. Taake - Fra Vadested Til Vaandesmed / Du Ville Ville Vestland [Had to pick two songs from this album because I couldn't decide. No one should ever complain about hearing more Taake. Especially off this album. One of my all time favorite black metal albums.]

11. Sargeist - Empire of Suffering [A wall of sound that hammers home the intensity. The lead riff over most of the track is incredibly memorable.]

12. Watain - Outlaw [That nu-metal flavored lead is juicy. This album was disappointing. One of the few highlights from their mostly mediocre recent release.]

13. Haemoth - Slaying the Blind [Stick around for the whole song. The tone of this recording resonates with me]

14. Chalice of Blood - Shemot

15. Dodheimsgard - Vendetta Assassin [GRAAAAAAAH!]

16. Abbath - Count the Dead - [Abbath went solo and its fucking good. Much better than expected. That lead riff is savage. You can just see his scrunched up face bobbin' side to side with a goofy smile as he hammers.]

17. Youth Code - For I Am Cursed [Changing up the pace. This is a heavy hitting industrial electro track from a real life couple.]

18. 1349 - Slaves [Frost on drums. Nothing further needed]

19. Impaled Nazarene - Hardboiled and Still Hellbound [one of the cheesier songs from this bands catalog. Cant help but enjoy it. Hope it finds you at the right time in your lift.]

20. Belphegor - In Death [So much headbangin'. on the front half of this. Blackened Death Metal is always expectable in the weight room.]

21. and 22. Khold - Ravenstrupe / Sommens Arme [2:20 mark and onward. Diet Mgla.] [Second track is banger through and through. But really pick up the skulls of your enemies at 2:11. HAILS! Two songs because even though the first song is solid it doesn't really capture the Khold style in full. All mid tempo stuff.]

26. Samael - Sons Of Earth - [From one of black metals most under appreciated records "Ceremony of Opposites" comes this punishing selection. The first 40 secs. sets you up with that "Stadium Lick" AKA "Arena Riff". Then the last minute of the track seals the deal as the best song of the playlist. Feel that gnarly tom roll playing you off the battlefield. Just writing about it got me sweating. 


Give is a spin and lemme know what riffs paired well with your lifts. 




STAY GRIM. HIT THE GYM



Saturday, January 16, 2016

VIOLENCE ON VIOLENCE: ANOTHER YEAR AMIDST OUR TRANSFORMATION.


surveying the landscape. we are looking thick and strong. this pleases me greatly.


And so once again we find ourselves in the early morning dawn of yet another year closer to death. This time of year is always exciting. One of the few moments in our lives we are encouraged to look into our past and audit our successes, failures, bright spots, and dark moments. To reflect on all of them and try to teach ourselves how to find the right balance of all of them so we may push into the new year ahead of the herd. Self -reflection is optimal when the horizon of something new is within reach. Auditing successes and failures too soon creates a disturbance in our balance and even if one is incredibly successful with no failures to recall, resting on your laurels will easily force one off their chosen path. 

Think of a successful marathon runner. When the runner steps off he or she is not looking back after 40 steps and say, “ Ah, remember when I took off for this run? That was nice.” The runner only begins reflection of the entire race as the finish line comes within site. They remind themselves how far they have come and remember certain miles or sections of the race by their location, fatigue, 2nd wind, and passing other competitors. This is what separates the elite from the idle.

2015 was personally a memorable and enriching year for me. Quite possibly the most exciting  year of my life. I left the Army, moved back to Chicago, welcomed my daughter Baroness into our family, completed three semesters of full-time college pursing a Nursing degree, and was fortunate to be an integral piece in the transformation and establishment of our gym Rockwell Barbell. We went from a warehouse basement with no heat, water, or AC to a legit store front with solid business and increased membership of die hard lifters. These are my successes of the year. My failures were equally as memorable but I have already made peace with them and have corrected my path.

Envision all of your defeats, failures, and losses of the year. dwell on them internally. Learn from your errors. Let it burn hard. Make it hurt. Let it upset you. Now dig your grave and drop them into the earth. Make your peace and move out. Continue pushing forward on your path. Carrying these failures into the next chapter of your existence is poisonous and will only weigh you down. It will create less room for load bearing your accomplishments, achievements, and goals. Always forward never backward. TOWARD THE LIGHT WE MARCH. UNTIL DEATH ALLOWS US TO ASCEND.
You already know the weight loss resolutions are boiling over and gyms coast to coast will be littered with cherry part timers frothing at the mouth to get in on the action. We also know their odds of success are incredibly low. Almost always due to inefficient/late game planning, goals set well above their experience level, lack of motivation, and general disinterest in transformation when the scope of how difficult physically transforming becomes. People like things easy. It’s always easier to quit. Trying is hard. Trying requires effort. Trying requires action. Trying requires motivation.

I let them have their moment. Allow them to continue the illusion of change. Even though deep within myself I do want them to succeed, I have been at this for too long to expect anything less than quitting. As I have said before “anyone can climb to the top of the mountain, only the elite can stay there.” 

The die-hards doing damage control and disposing of the infected corpses of the quitters. This will not become a quarantined sanctuary. DISPOSE OF THE INFECTED.
The “new year, new me” is an airborne viral outbreak that infects once a year. You can literally set your watch to it. Unless a person continues taking their prescribed anti-bionics and following the preventative care plan they will succumb to the virus. Their body will coil back into the weak shell it was from the start. The survival rate of quitters is 0%. Quitting has a 100% kill rate and there is no cure for quitting. Once they have passed their memory will only live on in the form of monthly bank statements of mega gyms and fad diet prepared meal plans. A parasite taking a piece of the host's finances once a month. Imagine those quitters like a tombstone in a graveyard and once a month the parasite  will honor their memory by automatically withdrawing $50 dollars from the account. Such a tragic, meaningless death. The worst part is it was preventable.

PRO TIP: A strong way to weed out the weak-hearted new years crowd is by performing shirtless bicep curls with chains.                                   If your gym allows shirtless lifting than you have found the right sanctuary. Welcome home.

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My life for the next few months is focusing on my true self. I wanna become "The True Werewolf" like my good buddy in the photo above. I mean this in a very intimate way. Weightlifting is so cathartic to me. It is a part of who I am. As long as I am still breathing I will still be lifting. I enjoy going to the gym. It is my opinion that if you hate working out or loathe your gym time then you are in the wrong line of work. Why would you do something you hate that you don't have to? It's a thinly veiled and lame attempt at validating your failures or slip ups of the week. "I went to the gym today so I can have this pizza." WRONG. If your only reason to gym is giving yourself the satisfaction of self improvement when you sleep then this blog does no welcome you. This community is designed only for the committed and the intense. 

My gym ritual right now is hitting on all sixes. I stretch and open up my lungs and my mind by breathing. Then I have a hard and heavy lift set at the core of my session which is book ended by intense body builder type exercises that get my heart rate up, create perspiration, and warm the muscle group of the session so its primed and ready to hit hard. 

FUCK THE UNIVERSE!



CURRENT LIFTING ROUTINE

I. Pick what muscle group to hit and then determine the climax lift or "hard and heavy" session.

 Back day: Dead Lift. 
Chest day: Flat Bench
Leg day: Barbell Squat
Shoulder day: Barbell shrugs or One Arm Barbell Press (photo below)

One Arm Barbell Press

II. I get loose by stretching out neck to foot, selecting the right jams, concentrate on exhaling deeply and inhaling efficiently. I liken it to meditation. I visualize my exhale as a thick cloud of black smoke carrying all the stresses and toxins accumulated from the day. I force them out like smoke from a burning building. Then I inhale cold, fresh, "white" air that coats my body in positive light. each breath in gets me stronger, each breath out creates the room for strength possibilities. This doesn't take very long. I do it for a minute or two as I stretch out. It clears my mind and opens up my psych for what lies ahead. It really does wonders for my energy too. I come in at 30% and the breathing and stretches put me at 60%. Once lifting commences I am in the red near 100% ready. 

III. For example, its back day. I'm going in with lat pull downs hitting 8 to 12 reps and increasing the weight with each set. Once I'm tapped out I'll switch the bar from lat pull down to V-bar. Now I'm hitting the top and inside of my back with heavy weight and I keep bumpin' up till I hit 4-6 with some what of a struggle. At this point I begin the dead lift by hit sets till I reach my working set. knock out 3-5 reps for however many sets. 

IV. Whatever I have left in tank I use to attack the rest of my back. My favorite thing to do after I finish the dead lift is weighted pull-ups. Pull-ups are awesome for core strength too. I like bring my old backpack and throw a 10 pound plate in there and hit some AMRAP (as many reps as possible) for a set then bump up the weight by 5-10 lbs. Keep grinding them out till I'm gassed out. 

Some other ideas for lifts after the "climax" lift are single arm cable pull-downs, dumbbell rows, bent over dumbbell flys, or some seated rows. Really the gym is yours so do something that hits that back that you like. Most dudes have a favorite back exercise. Use this opportunity to get it in.

BRING US PAIN. BRING US DISGUST. BRING US INFINITE SUFFERING. DISPOSE OF OUR WEAKNESS. WE DEMAND PAIN, SWEAT, AND FATIGUE.

Below are other examples of specific exercises I do before and after the climax lift.

Chest:

Incline barbell press.

dumbbell flat bench.

 incline press.

 floor press w/ chains.
 
cable cross overs (10-20lbs Max).


Shoulders:

T-nation shoulder shocker

Dumbbell delt raise. Alternate 1 rep each arm from the side for a set then hit front delt raises doing the same thing.

 Shoulder thrusters with dumbbells (palms facing ear).

Bent over flys (10 lbs. max).

Shoulder press using a barbell (I don't go too heavy on this one because of a nagging shoulder injury).  Really focus on squeezing you core for this lift. Don't use your legs during this and you should be seated on the floor.

If you have access to chains I love doing single arm raises holding the end of a chain. Instead of shoot my arm out straight in front I like kind of drag the chain across my stomach and chest and lift it up over my head till my arm locks out. Control the weight as you lower it following the same path the. Hit the other arm.

135 lbs. on the bar, stand shoulder width apart, lock out the bar above you head. Keep your glutes tight and see how long you can hold it above your head. This is a great finisher. Really brings the smoke.

One of my custom shoulder exercises I do that I've mentioned before is getting on the treadmill holding dumbbells or plates. Set the speed at a steady pace. I usually go 3, 3.5, or 4 mph. Put the treadmill at a challenging incline (6-10%) and take broad steps while holding the weight by your side. Imagine you are carrying 5 gallon water cans. Do a minute, rest for 30, repeat as needed. 
PRO TIP: Increase the suck! Go up by 5 pounds every 2 minutes. 

Legs:

Hamstring curls into quad curls is a great warm up. Go from one immediately into the other then rest. This could also be used for a finisher

Single KB squat. Using both hands from a dead lift style position. Squat down till the weight hits the ground then lift it up. 

Another variation of the KB squat is to hold the KB in front of your chest with your thumbs hooked into it. Squat down till parallel then push up with your heels. This mimics a front squat movement. 
PRO TIP: Challenge yourself by holding the KB upside down. Your core comes into action to help steady the weight since you are basically balancing the KB to stay upright. 

Weighted sled pushes with 1-2 minute rest between the push. Aim for the weight of your wife, brother, close friend, parent. This tricks your mind into pushing past failure because the number tied to the weight has meaning. Srs.

Single leg box step ups using dumbbells or a plate(s). I prefer a single plate.  
PRO TIP: Looking to get that extra smoke? Hold the weight above your head. 
(For beginners I recommend holding the weight by your side).


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STAY GRIM. HIT THE GYM.