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« Reply #25 on: March 28, 2013, 10:35:47 PM »

Is Sandra Bullock insanely hot in person?I just watched that movie with her and Ryan Reynolds and she looks bangin for nearly 50

Yes..she is.
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« Reply #26 on: March 28, 2013, 10:53:36 PM »

Just finished a BRUTAL Leg workout.  6 sets Speed Squats- 4 sets Squats- 4 Sets Front Squats-4 Sets Leg Extensions- 4 Sets Still Leg Deadlift- 4 Sets Leg Curls- 4 Sets Standing Leg Curls  All done with 1 minute to 1 minute 30 max rest in between sets.

Can`t even walk.  I`ll hit Legs again on Sunday-Heavy Day, Rest as long as I want to make sure I get Max Weights.
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« Reply #27 on: March 28, 2013, 10:54:58 PM »

nah, all good brother you gotta admit that was wide opening for a joke Grin

im a very lazy trainer, i do it mch like you, out of habit.

not like a pussy, but no full out Cool

i go before work.currently i dont go at all,really missing it, feeling like marshmellowman in the making Lips sealed

Come on my friend.  Get back in there!  Quit waxing that Porsche and get back to it.
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« Reply #28 on: March 28, 2013, 11:33:12 PM »

Actually my entire life, (far away from my family, a stressfull job, a nuts breaking gf), motivates me to train.

its avoid me going nuts.
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« Reply #29 on: March 29, 2013, 07:46:05 AM »

Just finished a BRUTAL Leg workout.  6 sets Speed Squats- 4 sets Squats- 4 Sets Front Squats-4 Sets Leg Extensions- 4 Sets Still Leg Deadlift- 4 Sets Leg Curls- 4 Sets Standing Leg Curls  All done with 1 minute to 1 minute 30 max rest in between sets.

Can`t even walk.  I`ll hit Legs again on Sunday-Heavy Day, Rest as long as I want to make sure I get Max Weights.

Sounds great, I don't get it why so many guys don't like to train legs, the only impediment I can think of is if you have low back or neck pains. I got those but it only prevents me from going "heavy" (heavy for me  Cheesy) I still enjoy training legs, plus you look ridiculous when you only train the upper body.
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« Reply #30 on: March 29, 2013, 07:51:19 AM »

PUSSY...  Cheesy
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« Reply #31 on: March 29, 2013, 07:53:07 AM »

PUSSY...  Cheesy
exactly and i am a Dirty old man who likes young pussy... Grin
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« Reply #32 on: March 29, 2013, 07:54:07 AM »

I like the feeling of power. No how small it may be, it feels good. And I crave it.
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« Reply #33 on: March 29, 2013, 07:56:30 AM »

Live to 120 being fit and healthy.
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« Reply #34 on: March 29, 2013, 07:58:04 AM »

I like the feeling of power. No how small it may be, it feels good. And I crave it.
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« Reply #35 on: March 29, 2013, 08:01:47 AM »

She is motivated  Grin

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« Reply #36 on: March 29, 2013, 08:02:14 AM »

I do it to look slightly more decent.

Also, to me it's still a very primal silly little measure of a man. Even when things have gone shitty, I can still get under the bar, and usually put on a decent show, and think to myself "Well you still got that going for ya".
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« Reply #37 on: March 29, 2013, 08:10:46 AM »

I can't imagine not lifting weights. Screw looks or competition, I just can't be weak. It would be an insult to myself.
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« Reply #38 on: March 29, 2013, 08:35:55 AM »

All things motivate. Primarily health.

The alternative, to not train, is to feel like shit. Not a good option.
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« Reply #39 on: March 29, 2013, 09:32:57 AM »

Work out simply because i enjoy too, its an escape from the day to day tasks of work, looking after the kids ect. I also believe it keeps the back healthy. After a few weeks of no back work start to get niggling pains from work.
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« Reply #40 on: March 29, 2013, 10:16:01 AM »

There are not many truths in life. But 400 pounds is always 400 pounds.

There are not many things that can relieve stress and get your mind off things then lifting weights. My mind can wonder when I'm fishing, but when I grip the bar to deadlift there's nothing else on my mind.

There are 3 things that make me happy. #1 Friends and family. #2 Achieving goals and self improvement. #3 Learning
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« Reply #41 on: March 29, 2013, 10:57:32 AM »

The Iron by Henry Rollins  Cheesy

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.
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« Reply #42 on: March 29, 2013, 10:58:25 AM »

I hate working out, so I am gonna say my narcissism
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« Reply #43 on: April 02, 2013, 06:25:24 PM »

You go to Scarsdale?  I was there on Sunday!  I'm now at WP NYSC since i moved my ofice to WP 



once in a blue i go to the scarsdale one..but i mainly go to croton..but i like jumping around..i hear WP is just too crowded..thats the only one i have never been to
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« Reply #44 on: April 02, 2013, 07:02:13 PM »

I've read that Rollins piece before. It's pure beauty in it's heart felt emotion.
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« Reply #45 on: April 02, 2013, 07:39:23 PM »

I'm afraid of being small and scrawny... thats why I work out! 
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« Reply #46 on: April 02, 2013, 07:50:07 PM »

My motivation for training is listed below in order of importance.


1.  Pussy

2.  My own vanity

3.  Pussy

4.  Health

5.  Photographs of Arnold circa 1974

6.  Pussy

7.  Being in shape increases survivability during the zombie apocalypse

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« Reply #47 on: April 02, 2013, 07:51:29 PM »

The Iron by Henry Rollins  Cheesy

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.


Thanks for posting!  

My favorite part of my day is taking off my suit, putting on gym clothes, headphones, and getting to work.
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« Reply #48 on: April 02, 2013, 07:54:56 PM »

Thanks for posting!  

My favorite part of my day is taking off my suit, putting on gym clothes, headphones, and getting to work.
 

No problem. Its a good read Smiley
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« Reply #49 on: April 02, 2013, 08:47:16 PM »

i'm most motivated when i look my personal best. this gives me the illusion that i'm seeing a return on investment and i'm compelled to invest more to get even more returns. however, this is all just a silly illusion. at my level it's all about drugs (and i've course diet, but i've had that nailed down since i was 13).
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