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Random spewings from the mouth of Roc Wieler

Huge Beast – Day 70

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Exhausted from the Council Chambers meeting last night. Let me tell you this, if you’ve ever considered going into politics, don’t. It was the most painfully boring part of my life at that time. Regardless, up bright and early to hit the gym for Build Legs.  Continue reading →

Huge Beast – Day 69

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Bulk Chest. I continued to push myself to the limits. I knew this workout intimately, knew from my notes the weights I had done previously, and increased everything by 10 – 20 lbs per arm. I sat on the bench, waiting for trainer Sagi to tell me to begin, breathing with purpose, staring at myself, mentally prepping myself to push through. Continue reading →

Huge Beast – Day 68

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Build Shoulders. Mixing things up a bit. Now I don’t know if it was purely psychological, or maybe just positive mental reinforcement, but over those last few days I had noticeably marked improvement, specifically in my neck, shoulders and arms. Things were starting to thicken. My neck bulged at the sides, my shoulders were starting to have depth, and my arms, well my arms looked like they were ready to pop out of my shirts. Whatever the reason, it was an awesome feeling, and I continued to push hard on that shoulders workout. Continue reading →

Huge Beast – Day 65

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Beast Cardio. Beast Abs. Exactly what I needed. With two 20 lb dumb bells in hand I engaged in a very intense 35 minutes of cardio followed up with 11 minutes of non-stop ab work. No heavy lifting. No stress about my back. It was all body weight. A lot of plyometrics. Trust me, 40 lbs of added resistance was more than enough. Every single movement was challenging. Every single movement felt glorious. My back thanked me. Continue reading →

DDB

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He pushes the stretcher down the dimly lit hallway, the smell of rust and mildew familiar and comforting. His footsteps echo off the metal flooring, but he smiles to himself, preferring the emptiness. An overhead light flickers. It has always flickered. He stops at a side doorway, looking up and down the deserted hallway, forever a creature of caution and habit. He slides the stolen identicard through the security lock and the door hisses open, a fetid stench of medical fluids and rotting flesh escaping from within. He pauses, closing his eyes, breathing the sweet perfume of death and decay in deeply. Continue reading →