Fallen9370’s BodyBlog

Been Playing with my workouts lately trying to figure out what my body likes.  Todays leg workout was brutal.  There were 7 of us working out together.  To compensate for the slow pace I decided to make us do giant sets.  The 1st exercise was front squat/ box squat/ seated calf raise.  Followed by Hack squat/ Leg Press/ Leg Press Calf Raises/ Seated Calf Raise/ Standing Calf Raise.  And finally Lying Leg Curl/ Seated Leg Curl/ Leg Extension.  My legs were so pumped I could hardly move.  One of the best leg workouts I’ve had in a while.  Tomorow is Chest day, everything is super seted with hanging knee raises.  If everyone decides to show up to workout with me tomorow again it’ll be another painful giant set workout.  Can’t wait to see what happens.

I have so much to be thankful for.  Got my own website www.avadean.com.  I must say the website turned out better than I could’ve hoped for thanks to Paul Rienzo.  My weak points are slowly being ironed out.  I’m still alive and kicking.
I’ve remained injury free, which is a major one.  Especially considering how hard I push myself.  My workouts are no joke.  I’ve pushed myself so hard that I cried during a workout.  I remember the 1st time I loaded up the leg press with 26 plates.  My legs wouldn’t stop shaking, I was so scared.  Everyone in the gym stoped what they were doing to see if I could really do it.  I got out 3 reps and it felt great.  Recently I deadlifted 405lbs.  That was the absolute best.  I love deadlifts (not quite sure why).  Its definately my favorite exersize and to get 405 up means I’m 1 step closer.  My goal is to be able to deadlift 495lbs before years end.  Regular squats are the worste thing in the world.  Man when I squated 315 and went down it was hell to get back up.  I have so much respect for people who push their limitations.  Its not about numbers even though some people are married to numbers.  Its about being able to lift the heaviest weight that you can handle at the time.  Without letting fear keep you from progressing.
When I got into this sport I made a scilent vow to myself.  I would push myself as hard as I can.  I also told my body it wouldn’t break because it can handle it.

I have so much to be thankful for.  Got my own website www.avadean.com.  I must say the website turned out better than I could’ve hoped for thanks to Paul Rienzo.  My weak points are slowly being ironed out.  I’m still alive and kicking.
I’ve remained injury free, which is a major one.  Especially considering how hard I push myself.  My workouts are no joke.  I’ve pushed myself so hard that I cried during a workout.  I remember the 1st time I loaded up the leg press with 26 plates.  My legs wouldn’t stop shaking, I was so scared.  Everyone in the gym stoped what they were doing to see if I could really do it.  I got out 3 reps and it felt great.  Recently I deadlifted 405lbs.  That was the absolute best.  I love deadlifts (not quite sure why).  Its definately my favorite exersize and to get 405 up means I’m 1 step closer.  My goal is to be able to deadlift 495lbs before years end.  Regular squats are the worste thing in the world.  Man when I squated 315 and went down it was hell to get back up.  I have so much respect for people who push their limitations.  Its not about numbers even though some people are married to numbers.  Its about being able to lift the heaviest weight that you can handle at the time.  Without letting fear keep you from progressing.
When I got into this sport I made a scilent vow to myself.  I would push myself as hard as I can.  I also told my body it wouldn’t break because it can handle it.

Rest days are the absolute worste for me.  All they do is build up more anxitey.  Right now I can’t wait to bomb legs tomorrow.  My body do need and apriciate the rest.  However my brain hates it.  There’s nothing like lifting some heavy ass weight.  Training for me comes easy and I love pushing myself to my limits.  Especially when I have a training partner.

I also can’t decide weather or not to do the November 8th INBF show.  A part of me knows I need to take the rest of the year off to build up as much muscle as posible for next year.  There’s also a part of me that knows if I enter as a novice I’m comming home with a gold trophy.  I’m in a delima.

Rest days are the absolute worste for me.  All they do is build up more anxitey.  Right now I can’t wait to bomb legs tomorrow.  My body do need and apriciate the rest.  However my brain hates it.  There’s nothing like lifting some heavy ass weight.  Training for me comes easy and I love pushing myself to my limits.  Especially when I have a training partner.

I also can’t decide weather or not to do the November 8th INBF show.  A part of me knows I need to take the rest of the year off to build up as much muscle as posible for next year.  There’s also a part of me that knows if I enter as a novice I’m comming home with a gold trophy.  I’m in a delima.

Rest days are the absolute worste for me.  All they do is build up more anxitey.  Right now I can’t wait to bomb legs tomorrow.  My body do need and apriciate the rest.  However my brain hates it.  There’s nothing like lifting some heavy ass weight.  Training for me comes easy and I love pushing myself to my limits.  Especially when I have a training partner.

I also can’t decide weather or not to do the November 8th INBF show.  A part of me knows I need to take the rest of the year off to build up as much muscle as posible for next year.  There’s also a part of me that knows if I enter as a novice I’m comming home with a gold trophy.  I’m in a delima.

Rest days are the absolute worste for me.  All they do is build up more anxitey.  Right now I can’t wait to bomb legs tomorrow.  My body do need and apriciate the rest.  However my brain hates it.  There’s nothing like lifting some heavy ass weight.  Training for me comes easy and I love pushing myself to my limits.  Especially when I have a training partner.

I also can’t decide weather or not to do the November 8th INBF show.  A part of me knows I need to take the rest of the year off to build up as much muscle as posible for next year.  There’s also a part of me that knows if I enter as a novice I’m comming home with a gold trophy.  I’m in a delima.

Rest days are the absolute worste for me.  All they do is build up more anxitey.  Right now I can’t wait to bomb legs tomorrow.  My body do need and apriciate the rest.  However my brain hates it.  There’s nothing like lifting some heavy ass weight.  Training for me comes easy and I love pushing myself to my limits.  Especially when I have a training partner.

I also can’t decide weather or not to do the November 8th INBF show.  A part of me knows I need to take the rest of the year off to build up as much muscle as posible for next year.  There’s also a part of me that knows if I enter as a novice I’m comming home with a gold trophy.  I’m in a delima.

In life you have 3 choices a)be good b)get good c)give up
I’ve chosen to get good at everything I do.  I refuse to give up.  I love bodybuilding and its something I plan on doing my whole life.  There is no garantee that I’ll make it but I’d rather die doing something I love than live a misarable life.  It is a fact that natrual bodybuilders don’t get the big contracts and respect they deserve.  However I do believe in my heart that I will be the one to change that.  This is my destiny.  God has guided me every step of the way.  It didn’t happen by accident.  As I look back I realize that everything in my life happened for a reason.  Just peaces to the puzzle.  From one transition to the next.  As one chapter ends there begins a new.  I do have a back up plan.  As soon as I can I’m going to go back to school to study to become a nutritionist.  I love my job as a personal trainer, it gives me great pleasure in helping others acheive there goals.  I will never for get those who helped me along the way.  In my heart they will always stay.

Step pops say I’ll never make it.  The only way for me to be anything as far as bodybuilding is to juice.  He says I’ve taken the wrong path.  He tells me how much he used to make when he was my age.  Says if I keep following this path I’ll never be shit.  Sometimes I can’t help but wonder weather or not he’s right.  At the same time I know I’d rather die doing something I love than live a miserable life.  He says he wants to know my goals.  I refuse to say anything.  I choose to just let him speak.  He says he knows its gonna go in one ear and out the other.  However imma regret it in a few years.  So he goes on telling me I can’t compete.  He says there’s a million people just me.  The whole time all the conversation is really doing besides pissing me off is making me want it more. My desire has increase.  I’m determined to prove him wrong.  Gonna be somebody gonna be someone.