mods, can you guys leave the misc alone for 2 days just to see what happens? if all goes well can you leave it like this? i feel like the section has been pussified. i mean how bad can it actually get?
sign the petition below fellow mischeads
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02-21-2007, 10:23 AM #1
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no holds barred misc
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02-21-2007, 10:25 AM #2
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maybe around next new years
*Sit there and don't know what to do when people sing happy birthday to me crew*
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02-21-2007, 10:25 AM #3
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www.yardblesspro.com
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02-21-2007, 10:27 AM #4
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Received this yesterday from my boss..he had surgery a few weeks ago and hadn't done legs in a while(even before surgery) , so this is his experience..it is quite long but funny and worth the read...
As I walked into the gym, I noticed that the leg machines and squat racks were all empty. "Damn" I thought. "No excuse this time. I guess I should just man up." The first exercise was simple; 3 sets of leg extensions. You know, to get some blood in the ol' legs. Strangely, I notice a deep burn on my last set of 10. "F***. I'm screwed."
My squats started out pretty uneventful. A warm up set of 135 for 10 seemed easy, with the exception of my ass being sore from the previous days sorry excuse for dead lifts. Let's put on 225. The first set of 225 for 10 didn't seem too bad until the 9th rep. I noticed that my groin was pulling more than I wanted. "Just man up" I thought. "Finish the ****ing set." The second set of 225 for 10 didn't fair much better. At rep 5 my left groin popped, creating a lighting sharp pain that resonated through my leg down to my big toe. "I hate Kong" cycled through my skull. "F*** that dude". I decided to wait a second and get some water. While I was chicken walking back to my squat rack with my cone shaped cup full of water, a foreign though went through my head. "I need to go heavier. "Just put on 275 and deal."
This last set I would describe as mind over hell. I unracked the weight and pushed out 4 without incident. On my 5 rep my left side again popped. I decided to compensate with my right. At rep 7, my right side popped. "I must do 10. I gotta do 10.". 3 reps later I racked it my falling forward, creating a large crashing sound. I have now gotten everyone's attention, and I'm only doing 275. "What a p****".
"Thank God that's over... now on the down hill stretch". I could not be farther from the truth. I racked 135 good mornings for 2 sets of 10 and didn't feel too bad. The next two sets were 185 for 8. By the time I was completed, my hamstrings were tighter than the 12 year old's p**** that Kong was hitting on at the bowling alley a couple of weeks back. I have ruined myself for the rest of the weekend.
This was my turning point... the point in which I needed to decide to either throw in the towel or finish the day. I looked at the 30 lbs dumbbells wonder how the hell I was going to get 3 sets of 8 walking lunges. "WWKFTD?" (What would Kong, Fatty, and Teflon do?". After 15 second of deep thought, I realized that Teflon and Fatty would have quit after leg extensions and cried all afternoon, so I had to revise my question. "WWKD?"
Knowing that I still didn't want to ingest or inject illegal substance, regardless of what he does, I did at least want to match his intensity. "Just 3 sets left. Kong would finish, fact!".
The first and second sets I completed without sacrificing form. Granted, I probably won't s*** sitting down for at least 3 days, but for the most part it was textbook. The third set, my knees buckled and bounded off the hard concrete floor with a force of a small industrial jackhammer. If I'm not bruised tomorrow, the lunge Gods were kind. Regardless, I did finish my 3rd set of 8.
I placed the dumbbells back on the rack and I started to feel something that I haven't felt in years. The need to vomit. "I'm breathing too heavy. CTFD". I stared at the weights, sweat dripping off my face creating a small pool of grossness on the floor. "I need to get to the f****** can now." I sucked in a big, fat gulp of air and floundered to the locker room, narrowly missing 3 people. When I got there, I went to the handicap stall, sat on the floor, and vomited water and dry heaved until my gallbladder scars hurt. "I hate my friends... I need to get new friends"
After I composed myself, and with 20 minutes left on the clock and not a chance in hell of doing cardio, I rounded out my leg day with 3 sets of calf raises. Luckily, the standing raises were in use, so I used the seated machine. "Ahhhh" I announced when I sat down. "This is what I'm talking about." The 3 sets passed without much of a problem. Ironically enough, by sitting down it took more effort to get off the machine than it was to do the exercise.
"Rejoice... I'm done." I waddle into the locker room and grab my ****. I headed to my car, a quality breeze picked up and helped cool me down. God knows I'm in pain. "Thanks for the wind, sir."
I head back to work, windows rolled down to the max, I realize that all of this could of been avoided my a simple weekly task. Just do legs once a week and this hell will cease. "I will never miss legs again. Promise!".
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02-21-2007, 10:35 AM #5
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02-21-2007, 10:37 AM #6
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last year i used to love the misc so much that i would blow off plans, call in sick to work, ditch the woman, **** like that just to see where the threads would lead. now i can wait because they arent that important. we all need to group together and ask for a more hardcore, better misc.
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02-21-2007, 01:27 PM #7"The road to salvation is through Christ"
Luke 1:74
to rescue us from the hand of our enemies, and to enable us to serve him without fear
^Love is the power of the righteousness life that overcomes the fear that leads to sin, and the life in which God is pleased.
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02-21-2007, 01:34 PM #8
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02-21-2007, 01:35 PM #9
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02-21-2007, 01:35 PM #10
I'll e-sign
Diehard for Chicago and Illini sports
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02-21-2007, 01:40 PM #11
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02-21-2007, 01:41 PM #12
Hahah at one time their was a Misc. section that was unfiltered...It was the good 'ol days, the days of the "Sex" section.
Yes, every single post on the Misc would be porn related if the mods didn't mod.
Or racial, or gay. Guaranteed.๏̯͡๏)♦-iRonMonkeys-♦๏̯͡๏)
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02-21-2007, 01:43 PM #13
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i remember the good ol days.....
"The early bird gets the worm but the second mouse gets the cheese" -Hooters Wet-Nap Wrapper
NOTE TO SELF: Owe mad reps to
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02-21-2007, 04:12 PM #14
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