He’s hookin,,,he’s hookin…he’s hookin. Yep…exactly how my mind and body was feeling yesterday.
At least I thought it was my intent to video the Power Blast session yesterday to demonstrate another way to get in an intense lifting and conditioning session when you’ve had a busy, restless week or just short on time.
Aside from some serious life altering occurrence or illness there’s never an excuse to carve out time to tend to your temple.
Well…unless you’re already sipping the “Family Guy Kool-Aid” and relegated yourself to a pathetic lifestyle of wussification along with a majority of America and some of its so-called leaders. Meh…I digress.
The camera was available for recording but I wasn’t. Brother was tore up from the floor up to keep it running while I struggled to push through three rounds of this 30 minute session. Took me all of a good 45 minutes just to foam, stretch out, and trying to jump start my engine with two cans of Xyience. Read more...
Who doesn’t like a set of blazing guns stretching out the arm sleeves of an XXL shirt.
No…”Vanity Vinny”…wearing your baby brother’s t-shirt doesn’t count. That’s an illusion pal.
I’m not going to bother much digressing into this topic because unless you’re into bodybuilding then I can see the emphasis on isolation exercises for the triceps but if you focus more on a few simple compound lifts and bodywieght movements then this isn’t a conversation you’ll need to be having much with anyone.
Again big eating, healthy portions of heavy compound lifts and bodyweight was the most I did at the onset to beef up my arms for packing on extra size. Big triceps not big biceps is what gives your arms true size since the triceps make up the largest cross-section of the arms. Read more...
“It may sound strange, but many champions are made champions by setbacks.” (Bob Richards)
After spending most of March looking and feeling like Handi Man I get back from the Genesis Seminar a week ago ready to kill it…only to jack up my lower lunbar cranking out some heavy rack deads as the main lift of a hybrid WSB/Sheiko/5/3/1 template I’ve been experimenting with for about a month.
I forgot I wasn’t Ronnie Coleman and rushed my last lift and paid the piper. Too much back and not enough hips. Another setback just as I was recovering from an annoying sciataca strain and feeling juiced again.
Yet, that’s the nature of the beast and battling the iron for anyone that’s been training with weights for a good length of time. The stronger you get the heavier you’ll train. At some point the laws of physics and nature will respond. It’s inevitable. Read more...
“Our lives are a sum total of the choices we have made.” – Wayne Dyer
Coming back refueled and cranked up from the Genesis Seminar I wanted to share a life changing nugget for those with a desire to dominate more in the gym and in life.
If your life isn’t where you want it to be and you’re not all that you want to be the best way to change everything is to start reading.
Reading alone can begin the process in evolving you into a stronger version of yourself instantly. As you change your thinking you’ll begin to change your life just from what you pour into your mind. The new knowledge will empower you and build self-confidence in implementing your learned skills in your field. Read more...
Before hitting the Epsom Salt bath thought I’d crank out a quick write up about this past weekend’s strength seminar put on by David Claiborne of Genesis Athletic Performance located in Houston, Texas.
For two days David was gracious enough to allow us to come into his facility and get a hands-on feel on how he runs Genesis and built it up to what is today.
As most strength coaches should be DC looks the part and walks his talk. He has an impressive grasp of strength training knowledge and understanding on how to apply it to ensure his athletes get the best results possible. You can have all the certs in the world but it means a hill of beans if your clients aren’t getting the results they’re paying you for. No results means you’re out of business. Read more...
It seems like it was eons ago when a buddy and myself were crashing the iron in a hot, grimy, and cramped weight room in the middle of summer at Randolph Air Force base in San Antonio, Texas.
No air conditioning just a couple of big shop fans. No machines. Lots of dumbbells and barbells, benches and squat racks. What more could you ask for?
I mean it was so hot me and my boy swore we saw blue smurfs running across the floor as we were walking in between stations.
That was the idea environment for peak testosterone flow and strength building. Cranked heat and heavy weights. As with any T-Jacked environment you’ll always have your egomaniacs. Always having to convince themselves of their manhood.Read more...
All things old have passed away and now all things begin new again. For some 2011 was the best year of their lives and for others it may have been a hell they hope to never go through again.
Nevertheless, it is futile to linger onto “should’ve-could’ves” if we ever expect to progress towards bigger and better things that await us in the future.
Whatever pain or disappointments we may have experienced will only make us that much stronger and whole lot wiser…if we choose to respond to it that way.
In this journey called life it is up to us to discover who we are and why we’re here. Our gracious creator did not just drop us on Earth to exist and wonder haplessly through life like mindless zombies. Read more...
It’s been well over a decade since I was a free agent preparing for camps by running along side an old Toyota pickup like Forrest Gump going 30 mph on the backside of an airline strip at Lackland Airforce base in San Antonio, Texas. Looking back…that…was not a good idea.
Now have you I was jacked and conditioned like a race horse in the Kentucky Derby but I was running old lady forty times at camps. Knowing what I know now the misguided “Rocky Balboa” training did more harm than good in helping improve my speed and explosiveness. I was more ready for a boxing title match than I was running a blazing forty time.
Even at the college level long distance runs were used to determine our conditioning prior to two-a-days. DUMB…just dumb coach. Shuttle runs, gassers, figure 8s, anything besides long endurance crap. Power athletes train for power not the Boston Marathon. You wonder why your team keeps getting plowed over every season. Read more...
In his “hay-day” Iron Mike was the baddest man on the planet and didn’t hesitate to let the entire world know about it after another first round onslaught when he came out boldly proclaiming, “My style is impetuous. My defense is impregnable, and I’m just ferocious.”
Now have you I was a big fan of Tyson the dominant athlete and not the Tyson that self-destructed. He’s arguably one of the greatest heavyweights ever and could have possibly been the greatest ever but he became his own worst enemy. In his prime he brought to boxing what Jordan brought to the NBA.
Tyson was the consummate artisan of his craft under the watchfull tutelage of the legendary boxing trainer Cus D’Amato. This is where the foundation was laid in developing his raw abilities into the unstoppable display of speed and power millions of spectators would shell out fifty bucks to watch on pay-per-view. We all were witnessing the end result of hours of focused and relentless training. The culmination of persistance, dedication, and long faught preparation. Read more...
So it’s been about a month and half since I partially tore my right pec pushing 400 and some change on floor presses. Now heavy bench press training, or any heavy chest training for that matter, may be a thing of the past. Will that deter me from working my chest? Nah…I’ll just be killing it more with pushups and isolation work to bring up the right pec as much as possible while gradually working up from light to moderate bench and incline work. This also forces me to train heavier on the shoulders and triceps to help compensate some for the injury. Read more...
When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left, and could say, “I used everything you gave me. — Erma Bombeck