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No, but I did just stay in a Holiday Inn Express!

Monday, March 24th, 2008

I’m not a road scholar, but I am staying in a Holiday Inn Express.

I’m not a pilot, but I did stay in a Holiday Inn Express last night.

I’m not a tattoo artist, but I did stay in a Holiday Inn Express last night.

I’m not a burrito shop owner, but I did stay in a Holiday Inn Express last night.

I’m not a professional bodybuilder, but I am staying in a Holiday Inn Express.

And of course I’m at Starbucks, I stayed in a Holiday Inn Express last night…..

So, I’m staying in a Holiday Inn Express, and as a result, am relegated to utilizing an old school Universal machine for my workouts this week. Always one to shake it up and give my greatest efforts in an attempt to be unpredictable, I am conducting an old school experiment. Five nights, five sessions of the exact same workout: unusual results?

The workout:

20 sets of Universal bench

20 sets of pull-downs (wide and narrow underhand grip)

20 minutes stair mill

That’s it, and here we are after night number two, and I must say, beyond the tremendous pump I walk out of the teeny gym with, I am actually sore. We’ll see how things are after night number five.

Ya know, at the end of the day, I may be compiling more atrophy than hypertrophy, but let’s just face it, I will never know for sure unless I just do it.

In the spirit of all pioneer’s before me: I officially shake things up, just for the sake of shaking things up…..Stay tuned for results….

Parting shot: Quit wondering: make a decision, and remove all doubt.

 

 

Seven minutes.

Wednesday, March 19th, 2008

Seven minutes: not a long time, but how valuable it might be depends on the situation. The following are the top ten, seven minute situations: good, bad, and / or indifferent.

-Seven minutes of snooze time in the morning: why is that so awesome?….I can’t know, but I do it every morning during the week, and repeatedly on the weekends…hhmm

-Seven minutes at the end of a close (insert favorite sport) game. Sometimes the best seven ever, sometimes the worst, sometimes the longest.

-Seven minutes in traffic may potentially be the worst: it’s only rivaled by the next two…..

-Seven minutes standing in line at the bank

-Seven minutes listening to that co-worker who likes to get right up next to you to talk….you know the one: he’s the same one who loves onions on the polish sausage he eats everyday for lunch.

-Seven minutes of stairmill on level 42: Bittersweet. A definite love / hate relationship

-Seven minutes of making….well, you know….doing the, you know….having you know….gyrating with, you know….Priceless and considered to be just a warm up.

-Seven minutes listening to any one of the current Presidential candidates make promises and / or bash his / her opponent…Excruciating! And as an outlet, may I suggest the next seven minute situation for relief. 

-Seven minutes during the actual drilling portion of a root canal. You know, the seven minutes while the dentist is drilling and still talking to you, like you were in the mall having a coffee.

Dentist - "So Scott, I went to the track the other day and was able to run a few miles. Felt pretty good (Insert very loud drill noise here) for the first mile, the second was a bit rough, but the last was fantastic. What have you been doing lately for your workouts?"

(Insert more drilling and grinding noises here)

Scott - "PPhhfmmffmhh!"

Dentist - "Ah, that’s fantastic, I’m gonna have to try that….now make sure you keep that mouth open."

And last but most definitely not least - Seven minutes before five o’clock on Friday afternoon….You betcha!!!!

Happy Humpday, and remember: If you can’t be real, why be?

The race for success: part one.

Monday, March 17th, 2008

Out on the highway, alone. Desperate, depressed: I cannot slow down. The wall, seemed so far. The pain, sears deep. In space, I now float. No agony, no effort, no progress: no cares!

Terminal loop, complete. Limbo, it grinds. Stagnation, it defines. Good, no more. Fear, not so. Hate, I declare! 

You appeared. A saviour, a friend. No judge, no jury, no blame. Compassion, most humble. One day: no more. The journey, begins!

The end, a result. Yesterday, lessons learned. Today, the focus. Tomorrow, the reward.

Touching the ground: at first a crawl, then the sprint. Victory, it’s there; one choice away!

Of guarana, cannabis, heavy weights, intensity and barfing: the good times

Wednesday, March 12th, 2008

Of guarana, cannabis, heavy weights….

I was nineteen at the time and had been lifting for a total of two whole years. My body, once a 165 pound skin tight bag of bones, had miraculously been transformed into a 185 pound semi-muscular, very ripped, wash board ab, self-anointed, babe magnet.

NOTE: (for those of you who didn’t catch the self-anointed part…yeah, looking back, I was pretty much a goof more than anything). At any rate, I digress, so back to the story.

At the time, I had a strange fascination with supplements, and pretty much just spent my time, studying, reading Muscle and fitness, and experimenting with not only supplements from the health store, but recreational, mind-expanding pharmaceuticals I purchased from Rojalio down on the street corner as well.

NOTE: For those of you who are not familiar with said pharmaceuticals, that’s a good thing. Although there was that one time I got on the freight train with the donkey in my apartment: that was pretty cool….Again, for those of you unfamiliar……..Digression, sorry!

I supplemented with anything and everything that was new and unproven…crazy, goofy and all about quick muscle: that was me!

“Dude, you gotta take some guarana, smoke some pot and then go work out! You’re gonna move so much iron….it’s sick man!” My best friend and lifting partner Michael, informed me one summer afternoon.

We had just finished playing a round of Aerobie out at the park, which usually resulted in a great pump.

NOTE: For those of you unfamiliar with Aerobie, it is a long distance Frisbee that no-kidding, generally can fly the entire length of a football field with little to no effort from the thrower. We’d go out to the park, rip the shirts off, run all over the place, get a good pump, head to the pool in the same park and see how many girls we could try and pick up…..Yeah, things were much more simple back then. Boy likes girl, girl likes boy…..yes sir!!

For whatever the reason, we opted to ditch the pool idea on this particular day, throw back some guarana (and of course four times the suggested dosage…hello, if a dose is good, four times the dose has to be great, right?), toke up some Gandolf water bong hits and move some weight.

NOTE: I’ve said it before in my blogs, and it’s worth reiterating: I do not advocate all of the madness that I once spent my life chasing (like drug use), but I am a firm believer in remembering and learning from the past, not burying it.

We sat back in the parking lot of the Rec Center at Texas Tech, let the chemicals work their magic for a few minutes, and more so, try and regain a sense of consciousness. Folks, let me tell you something, my friend was right. Once that guarana kicked in, my heart and muscles (all of them…) went to pumping and all I wanted to do was move some iron.

“Give me some iron to move and get the $##% out of my way!!” I remember half yelling, half laughing at my workout partner.

NOTE: My language wasn’t the best back then either…..

We started the brutality by determining back, shoulders and biceps would be the targeted victims on this particular day so we proceeded to knock out the following workout:

NOTE: This is in no way an endorsement for this routine: But more so a warning against elevating the body’s intensity to this level.

Back – (don’t really remember the weights used, but the sets and reps were roughly these)

Deadlifts: 4X 10-30

Barbell rows: 4X 10-20

Wide grip pull downs: 4X 10- 20

Close grip low pulley rows: 4X 10- 20

Dumbell rows: 4X 10- 20

Rope crunches: 4X 10- 20

Shoulders –

Military press: 4X 10- 20

Dumbell front laterals: 4X- 20

Dumbell side laterals: 4X 10-20

Dumbell rear laterals: 4X 10- 20

Close grip upright rows: 4X 10- 20

Arnold presses: 4X 10- 20

Low cable side laterals: 4X 10- 20

Bent over cable rear laterals: 4X 10- 20

Biceps –

Barbell curls: 4X 10- 20

Seated dumbell curls: 4X- 20

Dumbell hammer curls: 4X 10-20

Preacher curls: 4X 10- 20

Low cable curls: 4X 10- 20

Low cable reverse curls: 4X 10- 20

Bent over one arm concentration curls: 4X 10- 20

Standing supinated single arm curls: 4 X 10- 20

Post workout cardio

45 minutes on the stairmill

30 minutes on the Life-rower

Actual workout specs:

  • Total workout time – 3 hours 15 minutes
  • Weight moved – Equivalent to a small battleship
  • Calories burned - A boatload
  • Sweat lost – National disaster flood levels
  • Euphoric pump level – Through the roof
  • Potential climaxes – Lost count during the back exercises
  • Fellow gym patrons left irate – who cared

Subsequent days after, specs:

  • Sick level - more so than a dog
  • Fluids lost out of any and all orifices – Whatever the flow rate is for constantly
  • F-bombs launched – Pissed off sailor / pirate level
  • Time logged in fetal position wrapped up in blanket on dorm room bed – seemingly days and weeks: in actuality, about 72 hours
  • Weight lost over three day bout – 10 pounds
  • Times asked, “Dude, what happened to you?” once I rejoined the human race – Too many

Lessons learned:

  • Guarana and pot combine to create a lethal dose of intensity
  • I will never (NEVER) do that again
  • How to lose ten pounds in three days
  • There’s not much better than that first sign of feeling better after being deathly ill.

Parting shot: Choose to make a difference today, regardless of your circumstances: For in the end and with all things considered, it really is just a choice.

Love your co-workers today!!

Saturday, March 1st, 2008

10 priceless activities for spicing up a boring work week

 

The following are things that I may or may not have accomplished during past boring workweeks. On some levels these may be considered wrong: However at times, they are PRICELESS!

 

Warning: Some of the following may be offensive to many of you: Continue at your own risk. The penmaster assumes no liability for propulsion vomiting, sudden and unexplained night sweats and spasms, onset of intermittent terrets syndrome, and / or any other physical or mental ailment that one may potentially experience as a result of the following non and non-non-fictional work of literature. And hey………..ENJOY!

 

1.  Saran wrapping a co-workers desk and all items on (and in) said desk during their last two weeks on the job.

2.  Placing an, “I’m gay and proud,” bumper sticker on the biggest and meanest looking four-wheel drive truck parked in your offices parking garage.

3.  Re-doing a fellow co-workers name plate to read, “I. P. Frequently.”

4.  Taking a co-workers stapler and putting it in a jello-mold one night, and returning it in a jello-based dessert the next morning.

5.  Ordering fifty pizzas in your favorite co-worker’s name during a presentation he or she is giving for multiple members of senior management.

6.  Xeroxing a picture of your bunns then scanning and inserting it into a powerpoint presentation one of your closest and most admired co-workers will be giving.

7.  Rearranging nightly, the pens and other desktop items of your favorite Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD) co-worker.

8.  Placing scotch tape over the mouth-piece of the co-worker’s phone that is in the office next to yours.

9.  Splicing one end of a skinny conduit / plastic pipe onto the vent of the men’s restroom exhaust system and running the other end through the ceiling and into one of your favorite co-workers offices.

 

Side Note: Number nine is typically labor intensive, and is generally best accomplished overnight.

 

10.  Purchasing a remote control fart machine and tactically placing the speaker-end of the device in a concealed area of one of your favorite co-workers offices / cubicles.

 

Parting shot: Take the time to tell the skinny legged co-worker in your office how much you love them, even if they do have skinny legs:  then complete any of the top ten Priceless scenarios presented above.

 

-Have a great Saturday………..or not.



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