AHAAHAH!! Yes, I love the old burnts in the gyms that approach me now and then and say, "dang, you're a big fella....saw you liftin those dbs. You know (oh brother here it fvckin comes!!), back in my prime (insert a 10 minute bullshit spew of outrageous stats followed by two minutes of nonsensical, unsolicited training advice from some random marine from WWI that he used to train with before his rotator cuffs, lower back, knees, wrists, ankles, tendons, ligaments, muscles all were injured leaving him unable to train for the next 40 years up until this moment in time in which they all magically started working again)."
Now, now, MOS, I just want to let you know that I'm prayin' you'll actually reach 52 yrs. of age...why, that will equal the approx. no. of years I've been weight-training regularly!
Oh by the way, when I'm in the gym I'm too busy working out to engage in frivilous conversation...particula
rly with drug freaks lifting inflated poundages!
Of course, any veteran iron man with a job/school and family responsibilities has their own completely equipped home gym...so that they can train like a demon w/o havin' to put up with those gabby, noisy, gym druggies, 'roid rage psychos, the shiity piped-in music, and those chicken-shiit "health club" rules ...to break up one's concentration/intensity.
You know MOS, the really sad part about all of this is that none of dem drug-bloated pharmaceutical freaks will ever know what they could have actually lifted HONESTLY...and, any comparison of their inflated lifts with the great CLEAN strongmen of the past is a SHAM!
