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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
It’s a contest. It’s for charity. It’s for Christmas. It’s for everyone. http://goo.gl/nU5gC Continue reading
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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
0700
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
0745
Bulk Arms. Here we were again. Well, time to up the weights. Continue reading
And on the sixty-sixth day, Roc rested.
0601
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
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
I truly have the best support network anyone could want. I was genuinely surprised and humbled by the amount of public and private communications directed my way regarding my back incident and the potential ramifications should I continue forward.
Sincerely, as always, thank you. Continue reading
You piss me off. Continue reading
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