Seriously, how does a "man" get himself into that position? I'm not saying all men have to be giant truck driving-cigar smoking-beard wearing-beer drinking clones to be men. But I wondered how the fuck he got there? Did it dawn on him as "How am I supposed to live without you?" blared on his overpriced factory standard sound system?
"Mmmmmmm, love these ice cream whatevers....fuckkkk soooooo good.
Jesus it's cold out. Glad I've got on this parakeet yellow sweater vest and salmon scarf.
Love this Michael Bolton shit the wife left in here.
What the fuck am I talking about? Hope no one can hear it. I hate my life. I've got on a fucking yellow sweater vest and a pink scarf, driving a teal minivan and listening to Michael Bolton. I hope a sniper is zeroing me in right now for a dome shot. I used to bang Heather Johnson, two time homecoming queen, over the hood of her dad's Smokey and the Bandit limited edition trans am! I threw five touchdowns passes in the biggest game in high school! How the fuck did I get here?"
I think it's funny that people read this, and get offended because they have a "live and let live" mentality. Shit, I do too. If that guy loves his life, that's awesome. However my "religion" doesn't stop me from judging people on the surface either. If you're fat, I might assume you eat a lot of really shitty food. If you're skinny with no teeth, and sores all over your mouth, I may assume you are a meth addict. I will not assume if that guy in the teal mini-van getting misty eyed listening to the ol Bolton jams has really high test levels. I can just about bet money that if he got tested he'd be well below the norm.
No one that knows how to work the Google machine or interwebs is impervious to such witchcraft.
It goes something like this....
Google: love seats for sale
looks at list of places selling love seats
catches interesting link with tidbit about man dying on love seat in Vegas lounge
sees pics of vegas lounge......thinks, "Looks good there!"
Google: best lounges in Vegas
reads reviews on lounges in Vegas, reads one review about how ol boy got hooked up with two women at the same time at this one lounge at this certain hotel.
Books trip to that hotel.
Goes to usual porn website and looks at porn with two chics and one dude.
Google: most absorbent tissue paper
Scribbles down the most absorbent tissue paper
Takes nap....can't remember what was supposed to do for wife earlier
Anytime I see one of those crazy pics on Facebook or someplace on the interwebs, I wonder "what all bad decisions landed this person in a position to get a pic snapped like that?
|How does one find themselves in this position?
Are you kidding me?
If you've lifted long enough, you will eventually find yourself in the physical or training metaphor that exists in the pic above. Long, silky hair that belongs on no one and plunger nips. Yup, that's where you will be. Wondering why it is you've been doing the stupid shit you've been doing, why you are injured, why you are skinny fat, or fat, or skinny, or weak, or all the things that fly in contrast to what your goals were just a few months ago....wait, that was years ago! Holy shit, all this time has gone by and I've totally remade myself over into something that looks nothing like what I envisioned!
Not to stroke my own cock, but I thought I asked some pretty solid questions of Capt. Kirk in last weeks podcast. Kirk's answers were basically....
- I squatted to a top set of 8 over 6 weeks, then added a belt. I then squatted to a top set of 5, and added some gear. I worked up to a top double or triple from there, with a little play.
- I ate a lot of clean protein to get lean. When I was bulking I ate a LOT of clean food.
- I had a manual labor job, so that took care of cardio.
Kirk never deviated from this. This WAS what he did. It's what he used to win world championships, and become one of the greatest powerlifters of all time.
The issue is, these things are too simple for most, or they flat out don't believe the answers. Thus, they start plugging in shit to Google, and start travelling down a training path that eventually gets them injured or telling stories such as this......
"I was doing some basic shit like a year ago. Fuck man, made good progress then I started fucking around with blah blah blah, lost all my gainz and sizez. I don't know where to go from here. Fuck. I used to fuck Heather Johnson too....."
I get e-mails that scream loudly to me, the start of this mode of thinking. It goes something like this....
"I really like your program. I used it with great success (Borat) for months. I was wondering about adding in some circus tarzan flipping through firey hoops a few times a week as a dynamic mobility warm up. What are your thoughts on this?"
My thoughts are the same every time I read this.
1. Why are you changing shit that is working?
2. Why are you asking me? If I thought that was the missing link, and I knew about it, I would have added it in there. I'm not trying to keep anything from anyone!
The longer I train, the less and less shit I do. The less shit I do, the stronger I get. The more I emphasize recovery, the stronger I get.
Training wise, I used to be that guy in the fucking teal minivan. I need that Michael Bolton playing, because someone else left in the CD player. I need that fucking yellow sweater vest, because it's cold out. I need that pink scarf for the same reason. I like that fucking ice crame sammich thingee for breakfast because well, it tastes delicious and I like that shiz.
Life and training gets way the fuck out of whack if we don't try to maintain a sense of simple balance at times. The next thing you know, you're doing a fucking saftey bar squat to a high box with bands and chains for singles. And you wonder why you don't look as jacked as the one guy who "just comes into the gym and deadlifts heavy for reps and does some heavy inclines. I don't get it. Shit like that only works for mutants!"
Well, you can exclude yourself from the mutant pool once you start losing sight of what got you banging Heather Johnson in the first place. Banging out a set of 8 in the squat, bench, and deadlift with some heavy inclines, abs, and curls and little else never put them in a fucking canary sweater vest.
I have to beat the horse about staying on the path every now and then, but I get tons of e-mails from guys every week who feel like they have lost their way in training. When that happens, try to remember what you did that worked very well for you, and I will bet you money 9 out of 10 times it was just keeing shit simple.
HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO LIVE WITH YOUUUU!!!!!
I hope that song is stuck in your head for the remainder of the day.