Week Two is over
An interesting tale from the bar that kind of ties into my epic lifting life. Last night I found my self stumbling around an old stomping ground down in Waikiki when a young man stopped me and asked if i would believe that he could get bigger than me. I politely said yes I think it is possible (considering that I am only two weeks into my lifting). Trying to avoid the alcoholic mist that was spraying out of his mouth while he rambled on about juicing and wanting to know how I got so big, I couldn’t help but wonder why I was sitting there listening to this guy ramble when I had a shot of Patron on the bar and a brunette eyeing me. The jest of the matter was that I got accused of juicing, which I would never do. The brunettes boyfriend wanted to say something to me, but decided it wouldn’t be a good idea, I drank my shot and ironically met Gorge Straits son that night (who was apparently the kid who said he could get bigger than me). The world is a funny place.
Now down to business. I’m done with week to and results are slowly coming. The toning process is killing me. my genetics aren’t for toning, I’m built to be big. My structure supports this and it’s killing me inside to pick up light weights. My diet is worthless because I can’t manage to eat right and my gut seems to be mad at me. I hate it. I haven’t been able to take updated pictures, not that i would expect anyone to want to look at them when I wouldn’t even want to look at them. FML.
On an up note, I do enjoy watching all the smaller guys that lift around me pushing extremely large weights, while I push my baby weights. The looks on their faces are priceless. they can’t understand how I get so large if I’m using small weights and they can’t get big even if they’re pushing more than double what I’m pushing. GREAT GENETICS!!!!!!!!!!!! Some times people need to stop and think. Week two is over and I can’t wait to see what’s in store for week three.
