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Huge Beast – Day 25
I spent most of the evening nursing my back. Lovely. I was in so much pain that I nearly forgot about my commitment to appear on New Eden Radio. I’m glad I remembered. It turned out to be a really fun time, and I had the welcome surprise of sharing some on air time with one Sindel Pellion. Delightful woman, as always. Continue reading
Roc’s Rule #461
Pushing our limitations does not mean ignoring them.
Huge Beast – Day 24
Trainer Sagi,
I hate you. My body thanks you. One day I will be able to do three sets of ten wide grip pull ups. One day soon. Beast > Roc. For now. That is all.
With Respect,
Colonel Wieler Continue reading
Huge Beast – Day 23
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Got to sleep nice and early at 2030 last night. It didn’t matter. Today was Bulk Legs. Continue reading
Huge Beast – Day 22
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Good looked I checked last night after taking my Phase I pictures. There is no rest day. Lovely. This morning marked the beginning of the six week bulk phase, and it started with chest. Let me tell you something, though the workout would only last 38 minutes, progressive sets suck. Continue reading
Roc’s Rule #460
Why settle for the Good Life when you deserve the best life?
Huge Beast – Day 21
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Final day of Phase I. My energy levels were high with excitement at crossing the first hurdle. It had been a grueling three weeks and I felt fantastic. Continue reading
Huge Beast – Day 20
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Young, nubile women. Long, silky, lean legs. Shiny, tight, short shorts. Eager eyes, smooth complexions, beautiful white teeth. Some type of recreational aquatic sports team was in the gym after their swim. You would think as a virile male I would’ve preened, maybe lifted heavier weights, maybe flirted with the young beauties, maybe established myself as the alpha male. How you would know I’ve become a bitter old man is the fact that despite everything I’ve described all I could think about was their chicken heads clucking incessantly. Not a one of them was there to actually exercise. It was a social convention. Laughter, flappery, irritating distractions keeping me from being in the zone. Continue reading
Hallow’s Eve Treat
I’m not one for the pursuit of the spiritual. I used to be convinced there was nothing to it. I was more of a point the autocannons and fire kind of guy. In more recent years I’ve come to a point where I’m no longer sure. The roots of my people is steeped in the spiritual and on my own inner journeys I’ve experienced some things that are very hard to explain away. Continue reading
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