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What's up men. This is going to be my place to just shoot the shit, tell you what's goin on in my life daily, and is an open invitation to the blue collar, blistered and calloussed dudes that pay their dues every day to come in and read, post, shit, anything you want. Only the hardest working guys need apply; there ain't nothin half assed about the lives we lead.
Tomorrow is Sunday, a lazy day for most Americans. But guess what? We're not "most Americans". I'll be up at 5 AM, eating, lifting, eating, doing work around the house. My fat lazy neighbors get pissed when the chainsaw cranks up at 9 AM. 9 AM!!!! Fuck, its not like these guys work late shifts, they would just rather do nothing with their weekends, and sleep in. Now, I understand that, but these are the same people who's yards look like all the trees threw up. Take some fucking pride in everything you do, and everything that you put your name on. Writing a paper for school? I'd almost rather you not hand it in at all, than put your NAME on a piece of shit. Anything that is associated with me, I take pride in. Anything I do; clean the yard, do a paper, how I treat others, and most of all my fucking work ethic. When I am on a jobsite, that mother fucker is neat, wood stacked, nails/screws picked up when we leave, garbage cleaned up every day. When you feel yourself start going through the motions, stop. Stop whatever the fuck you are doing, and leave. That's the day you hang 'em up. You can't take anything in this world for granted, and I will not let anyone ever say, "he didn't do a good job on this, or he half assed that." Let me assure you, I will fucking lie down and die before I quit my journey to my goals. Each day we spend on this earth is a blessing...treat it like one, because that day will come when you will no longer be here. How will YOU be remembered?
I ran into a kid today (my best friend's nephew); a 12 year old that is struggling to fit in around school, has started to get pimples and is self-conscious. He's not into sports, and you know how kids can be parts of different cliques and not associate with those not in the group. Man, its rough being young, when these kids just want to fit in. I told him, "Wait till you get older, and you do things for YOU, not to fit in with those around you. You gotta find your own path, and although it takes work to bushwhack through, beaten paths are for beaten men." It's amazing how when you're young, you worry about fitting in, and as you grow older you realize that you'll do what you feel you were born to, even if that means standing out. The thing is, you'll always find someone that you can associate with, and lives and breathes the same shit you do. That's what Animalpak.com is all about; someplace where those of us that wish to stand out come together and inspire, motivate, and assist each other.
NZ Ironhead
01-21-07, 11:02 pm
Inspiring words Bro. Thanks for that - Thats motivated me to stop half-assing a few things myself. Its not that I'm lazy or unmotivated its just that I realised while reading your post that I'm not really putting my mark or my stamp on things - I'm doing the job but not dominating it - not owning it. From now on I'm going to fucking leave my mark on everything I do. Thanks
I've often heard the question asked, "Would you rather be a big fish in a small pond? Or a small fish in a big pond?" Shit, those of us on this forum, we all live in a small ass pond, but its OURS. We don't do this to walk around like we're the shit, or for glory or for impressed looks. You gotta want to be in this, and walk that road less traveled to achieve greatness. Guys like G Diesel, Machine, House, Bulldog, Big Al, these guys didn't get to where they are by following others. They took what they learned from past greats, like Arnold, and applied it to their lives, tweaked it, and made it their own. None of us invented this shit, and we all take stuff from successful people and adopt it, make some changes, and use it ourselves. Be proud of the pond you're in, and don't get dragged out of it by people that want to bring you down to their level. Stay strong and focused, I know I will.
I've often heard the question asked, "Would you rather be a big fish in a small pond? Or a small fish in a big pond?" Shit, those of us on this forum, we all live in a small ass pond, but its OURS. We don't do this to walk around like we're the shit, or for glory or for impressed looks. You gotta want to be in this, and walk that road less traveled to achieve greatness. Guys like G Diesel, Machine, House, Bulldog, Big Al, these guys didn't get to where they are by following others. They took what they learned from past greats, like Arnold, and applied it to their lives, tweaked it, and made it their own. None of us invented this shit, and we all take stuff from successful people and adopt it, make some changes, and use it ourselves. Be proud of the pond you're in, and don't get dragged out of it by people that want to bring you down to their level. Stay strong and focused, I know I will.
Solid insights Hawk. Focus on being the fish, not the pond.
Confidence and determination. What I believe could be the most important traits to possess in today's world. At work, you can have no idea what you're doing, but if you are confident in your abilities, you can always find a way to get it done if you are determined enough. Confidence attracts people to you, girls, guys, everyone. Guys want to pick your brain, try to be like you, and girls are interested because they think there is something they are missing, or that you know something they don't know. Confidence is what makes you walk around with your head up, not looking at the ground; the confidence that you have paid your dues, and you don't lie or take the easy way out. This allows you to look the whole world in the eye, right down the barrell and say "Ready when you are mother fucker."
Determination is what drags your ass over the finish line when you got nothin' left. The determination to look at your mess of a life, clean it the fuck up, sacrifice your drinking and social life, in pursuit of a greater goal is what it is all about. The determination to stick to a diet and training program despite distractions and outside negativity. You gotta want to reach your goal, and the determination and confidence in your work and sacrifice is what will get hurtle you forward to a better tomorrow.
THAT'S how you pay the fuckin rent.
Confidence and determination. What I believe could be the most important traits to possess in today's world. At work, you can have no idea what you're doing, but if you are confident in your abilities, you can always find a way to get it done if you are determined enough. Confidence attracts people to you, girls, guys, everyone. Guys want to pick your brain, try to be like you, and girls are interested because they think there is something they are missing, or that you know something they don't know. Confidence is what makes you walk around with your head up, not looking at the ground; the confidence that you have paid your dues, and you don't lie or take the easy way out. This allows you to look the whole world in the eye, right down the barrell and say "Ready when you are mother fucker."
Determination is what drags your ass over the finish line when you got nothin' left. The determination to look at your mess of a life, clean it the fuck up, sacrifice your drinking and social life, in pursuit of a greater goal is what it is all about. The determination to stick to a diet and training program despite distractions and outside negativity. You gotta want to reach your goal, and the determination and confidence in your work and sacrifice is what will get hurtle you forward to a better tomorrow.
THAT'S how you pay the fuckin rent.
Throw in sacrifice, and you got a fucking triple threat.
We take a lot of shit for granted today, including the ability to get up, drive to the gym, and hammer ourselves to a bloody pulp day in and day out. There is a blind kid that I see every day, walking alone, with his white cane. I have never seen him bump into anything, nor ask for help or assistance while going about his daily routine. He does not bitch and complain about his situation in life, but has rather embraced it, not as a disability, but as a challenge that he must overcome each and every time out. He goes to the same classes as regular students, gets the same assignments, and hands them in at the same time as everyone else. His roommate is a "normal" student, and he requested it that way. His story and determination is inspiring beyond belief. When there comes a point in your life when you think you can't go any further, realize that you carry the flag for people like him, and you must go on. He has stopped fighting himself in a never-ending battle against his "disability", and instead decided to embrace it as something someone gave him to test his willpower. We can all take a lesson from him, and embrace what we have been given, and make the best of what's around. No matter what your place in life, you can pity yourself and live in denial, or you can sack up and look at it as another challenge to overcome. You have been tested: Will you pack it in? Or will you fight?
We take a lot of shit for granted today, including the ability to get up, drive to the gym, and hammer ourselves to a bloody pulp day in and day out. There is a blind kid that I see every day, walking alone, with his white cane. I have never seen him bump into anything, nor ask for help or assistance while going about his daily routine. He does not bitch and complain about his situation in life, but has rather embraced it, not as a disability, but as a challenge that he must overcome each and every time out. He goes to the same classes as regular students, gets the same assignments, and hands them in at the same time as everyone else. His roommate is a "normal" student, and he requested it that way. His story and determination is inspiring beyond belief. When there comes a point in your life when you think you can't go any further, realize that you carry the flag for people like him, and you must go on. He has stopped fighting himself in a never-ending battle against his "disability", and instead decided to embrace it as something someone gave him to test his willpower. We can all take a lesson from him, and embrace what we have been given, and make the best of what's around. No matter what your place in life, you can pity yourself and live in denial, or you can sack up and look at it as another challenge to overcome. You have been tested: Will you pack it in? Or will you fight?
Bro, I can see why you've been chosen to join The Legion. Well said.
NZ Ironhead
01-26-07, 5:26 am
Keep up the posts bro - inspiring!
The pursuit of something greater is a spark instilled in every human being at birth, from Christopher Columbus, to me, sitting here typing. What we do with that spark is what separates the greats from the mediocre. Some let it dwindle until it goes out, while others, like the majority of this forum, pour fucking gasoline on that shit until it is a raging wildfire on the cusp of burning out of control. It is harnessed, released on the steel and on everything that will get us closer to our goals; whether they are Mr. O, or Mr. CEO. May God have mercy on anything hindering my progress towards the goals I set for myself, because I fuckin' won't. I will grab destiny by the fuckin' sack and show it what I'm made of, and who I am. My resolve and determination is forged from the very fucking steel we move every day. You will never see a white flag from this side, I fight to the death. NEVER FUCKING SURRENDER.
Hard Cell
01-26-07, 4:38 pm
The pursuit of something greater is a spark instilled in every human being at birth, from Christopher Columbus, to me, sitting here typing. What we do with that spark is what separates the greats from the mediocre. Some let it dwindle until it goes out, while others, like the majority of this forum, pour fucking gasoline on that shit until it is a raging wildfire on the cusp of burning out of control. It is harnessed, released on the steel and on everything that will get us closer to our goals; whether they are Mr. O, or Mr. CEO. May God have mercy on anything hindering my progress towards the goals I set for myself, because I fuckin' won't. I will grab destiny by the fuckin' sack and show it what I'm made of, and who I am. My resolve and determination is forged from the very fucking steel we move every day. You will never see a white flag from this side, I fight to the death. NEVER FUCKING SURRENDER.
Even though we have only a second left in our life, we should shine and not whine. Like a fucking candle, glowing in the fucking dark and keep fucking glowing until the end of it's life. NEVER FUCKING SURRENDER
As I sit here this afternoon, clarity has hit me like a ton of bricks, and I have taken this entry from one of my previous ones that I was reading, but I'd like to expand on it.
Life is an uphill battle for 99% of us on this earth. This mountain we climb each day is huge, and will take a lifetime to reach the summit, if we reach it at all. Machine once said, "there is honor in the struggle", and nothing could be more true. It isn't the summit that makes the man, but the climb; avoiding pitfalls, crevaces, and other distractions that hinder the ability for upward movement. As you climb, you will inevitably encounter things that will throw you off course and delay the ascent. If you can weather the blizzards and howling winds on the way through life, you will push through with the knowledge and experience to survive them again. On your climb, you will pass places littered with the bodies of those that have quit in their journey; fallen by the wayside and succombed to the distractions. Do not be one of these people. Push past them, using their wasted energy and potential to fuel your fire, and take you to your destiny. Look to your left, I am there; to your right, the rest of the ANIMALS that make up this earth. We will be by your side on the climb, never quitting, never surrendering to the mountain and its pitfalls. So grab that next cleft of rock brothers, and pull yourself one step closer to the summit, and never forget: "There is Honor in the Struggle".
Fuckin' shit man. Shattered my finger and got 8 stitches to close the tip back on. Pretty much limited to pushing exercises at this point, and light pulling ones, because I got no grip when my finger doesn't bend at all. Another obstacle in my life to overcome and beat the shit out of. "When life hands you lemons, make lemonade." Or throw those fucking things back, give 'em the finger and blaze your own trail. Fuck that shit. That's for pussies and whiners. Even with a fucked up finger, watch out; I'm still comin' full force. I won't be held down. You gotta fuckin' kick at the darkness, 'till it BLEEDS daylight.
Yesterday, lifting with 9 fingers sucked, but guess what? The sun still rose today, and will tomorrow. Today wasn't bad...got a fuckin' ball buster of an arms session in. The way I look at it, if it's still attached, it still works. This kid I see at the gym once in a while got a black eye from gettin' hit for talkin' shit to some dude at the bar. Now he's gonna sue. Stupid fucking bullshit. What happened with people now a days? My father definitley raised me differently than this generation. If you talk shit, and you get fucked up, that's your own fault. Everyone looks to push blame, and no one takes responsiblity for their own actions anymore. Thats why I love this sport. You're not ready for the show? It's not anyone's fault but yours. You can't blame teammates, parents, girlfriends, no one...no one but yourself.
Back to this kid:
I understand you're pissed that he bitched you out in front of the whole bar...but to sue? He says, "Oh yeah, I told him his girlfriend was fat, and he punched me and gave me a black eye that I had trouble seeing out of for 3 days, so I'm gonna sue him for like 30 grand." WHAT?? I just looked at this kid, and told him I would have knocked him into tomorrow too, served him right. Oh you got a problem with that? Sue me, mother fucker.
Brothers, we definitley take the "road" less traveled. People can't comprehend what we do, and they wouldn't care to take the time to do it anyway. Them trying to understand something outside of fist pumpin' and hair gel is something that they won't waste their time with. But we trudge forward despite the negativity.
I can remember when I started lifting, and what it was like when I really decided to buckle down on my diet and supp. routine, and take this journey as far as it will go. I looked ahead, and on the right I saw a paved road, sunshine, millions of people, hot ass girls, and booze. The easy life. On the left, however, I saw thorn bushes, with pieces of flesh and skin hanging from them, torn from the iron warriors bulldozing their way through into a life of dedication and sacrifice, driven by an unquenchable thirst for greatness. It was cloudy and stormy on this side, but something drew me to forge my way through and into this life. This is the path I chose. You can't see the end, and you plow forward despite that. Each day brings a new battle to fight; not against another army, but against yourself. Fuck booze, we got shakes. Fuck sunshine, we thrive in the shadows. Fuck the millions of people, they don't have the sack to endure the beatings we put ourselves though. And fuck those hot girls, they're fake anyway. The girls you encounter along this road are going to be true to you, dedicated, and supportive. Yeah, sure, this isn't the easiest path, but after you walk it for years on end, you couldn't take the knee-beating on the pavement anyway. So I say fuck it fellas. You ain't alone in the shit...never were and never will be. You will learn lessons here, and things about yourself that no one on easy street will ever comprehend. Yeah its dark and rough, but eventually you will break through the other side into the light and fufill your destiny.
The House
02-01-07, 7:57 pm
It's a long road we have chosen, I might never see the light at the end. My road is a dirty up hill road with many easy exits, but i keep my head down and keep going straight not knowing where it ends or if i will ever reach the end. all i know is that it is my road and i will knock anyone off that gets in my way, no detours for this house bro and no traffic lights.... That is how we must think... and if you make the path your road then you will win in the end... even if you never reach the end...
Keep up the work bro... In Iron The House
Brothers, we definitley take the "road" less traveled. People can't comprehend what we do, and they wouldn't care to take the time to do it anyway. Them trying to understand something outside of fist pumpin' and hair gel is something that they won't waste their time with. But we trudge forward despite the negativity.
I can remember when I started lifting, and what it was like when I really decided to buckle down on my diet and supp. routine, and take this journey as far as it will go. I looked ahead, and on the right I saw a paved road, sunshine, millions of people, hot ass girls, and booze. The easy life. On the left, however, I saw thorn bushes, with pieces of flesh and skin hanging from them, torn from the iron warriors bulldozing their way through into a life of dedication and sacrifice, driven by an unquenchable thirst for greatness. It was cloudy and stormy on this side, but something drew me to forge my way through and into this life. This is the path I chose. You can't see the end, and you plow forward despite that. Each day brings a new battle to fight; not against another army, but against yourself. Fuck booze, we got shakes. Fuck sunshine, we thrive in the shadows. Fuck the millions of people, they don't have the sack to endure the beatings we put ourselves though. And fuck those hot girls, they're fake anyway. The girls you encounter along this road are going to be true to you, dedicated, and supportive. Yeah, sure, this isn't the easiest path, but after you walk it for years on end, you couldn't take the knee-beating on the pavement anyway. So I say fuck it fellas. You ain't alone in the shit...never were and never will be. You will learn lessons here, and things about yourself that no one on easy street will ever comprehend. Yeah its dark and rough, but eventually you will break through the other side into the light and fufill your destiny.
Keep driving straight ahead Hawk. No looking back, no fucking regrets. That'll make all the difference.
In college it's hard to stay focused and on point, day in and day out. There are more split roads and distractions here than anywhere else. Every night there is some party, or some bar, that your friends are going to, and they give you shit about not going. Fuck 'em. I got school work, work, baseball, AND lifting on top of all of it. I invest so much time, energy, money, every waking second to all of this stuff, and they say I'M not a true friend. They see my dedication to schoolwork, (3.9 last semester), see my drive in the weight room, how I go about my business on the baseball field, and they still give me shit about not "winding down and letting loose". The only thing loose about these guys are their fat guts. Then, about 2 months later, they all tell me that I take so much shit, and thats why I look the way I do. You're right guys, it has nothing to do with lifting balls to the wall daily, about meticulous eating habits, or a desire for greatness. I must have opened up a bottle of Work Ethic and Priority pills and popped about 4,000 of 'em. Get a clue. I'll stay on track, because it will take an act of God to derail this fuckin' train.
My Old Man has always said to me "You can't expect others to believe in you, if you don't believe in yourself." Hell, in the 5th grade I voted for myself in the class election. Sounds cocky, but fuck it bro, if I wouldn't vote for myself, could I really ask others to? Same goes for challenges in life. People always look for support in others, and this is great -- some of my biggest supporters are my parents, sister, gf, etc., however, even without them behind me, I would push through. Belief in yourself can take you places you never imagined. The belief that you will eventually conquer the quest to your destiny will help you stay the course, hit it hard every day, be meticulous with your diet, and ultimately smash though plateaus. You cannot ask others to think of you, what you do not already think of yourself. When you walk into a room, let confidence pour out of you. Now, this is NOT COCKINESS. This is a confidence that you have paid your dues, and DESERVE to look the world in the eye, because you did not take any shortcuts or overlook anything to get where you are. Let people say what they will, they'll live in mediocrity their whole lives. You believe there is something greater out there for you...and if you believe it with every ounce of your heart and soul...THERE IS.
bobbyj654
02-05-07, 4:25 am
We take a lot of shit for granted today, including the ability to get up, drive to the gym, and hammer ourselves to a bloody pulp day in and day out. There is a blind kid that I see every day, walking alone, with his white cane. I have never seen him bump into anything, nor ask for help or assistance while going about his daily routine. He does not bitch and complain about his situation in life, but has rather embraced it, not as a disability, but as a challenge that he must overcome each and every time out. He goes to the same classes as regular students, gets the same assignments, and hands them in at the same time as everyone else. His roommate is a "normal" student, and he requested it that way. His story and determination is inspiring beyond belief. When there comes a point in your life when you think you can't go any further, realize that you carry the flag for people like him, and you must go on. He has stopped fighting himself in a never-ending battle against his "disability", and instead decided to embrace it as something someone gave him to test his willpower. We can all take a lesson from him, and embrace what we have been given, and make the best of what's around. No matter what your place in life, you can pity yourself and live in denial, or you can sack up and look at it as another challenge to overcome. You have been tested: Will you pack it in? Or will you fight?
i am never going to complain about anything i have anymore, i am lucky to be where i am and what i have, i guess i never realized that until you posted this
very moving
thx
You got it man, glad to know some of my thoughts could affect you like that. When you think times are tough, there's always someone who has it worse, and it would be an insult to them and yourself to give up during these times. Good shit.
You can tell a lot about a man through his handshake. Firm, looks you right in the eye, that's how its done. It shows honesty and confidence. However, what you see in those eyes, can tell you more. You ever see Tiger Woods, or Derek Jeter's eyes? You can almost see the fire in them. The desire, hunger, the quest for greatness and complete domination in their respective sports. You only see this in the greatest athletes. Now, that being said...click this link and look at Machine.
http://www.animalpak.com/html/article_details.cfm?section=livin&id=351
Focused, fucking INFLAMED with hunger and an inquenchable thirst. Man, that shit is real. You can see the pain, the desire. The fucking drive and determination shows through like a flare on a moonless night. He won't become complacent, and neither will I. If someone looked into your eyes, what would they reveal about you?
I've seen countless threads on this topic on the forum. People complaining about not being able to train because they have so much shit to do. Let me say something:
You want to become a beast, freakshow, a demon of epic proportions? FUCK IT, YOU WANT TO BE AN ANIMAL? There is always time to train, and never an excuse for not eating as you should. Excuses are like assholes, everyone's got one and they all stink. They push responsibility onto circumstances you can't control, and belittle those around you. Grab ahold of your life. Stop being a slave to the clock. Make time work for you, prepare your meals ahead of time and bring them with you in a cooler. Grab that gallon jug and fill it with water. Boom, meals and drinks that are clean and nutritionally sound, prepared by YOU.
Now, you work at 6 am? You get home at 7 pm? Train at 4:30 am. Train at 7:30 pm. I personally start work at 7 am, and I'm at the gym by 5. Sure, by the end of the day I'm torched, ready to lay out and marinate on the couch when I get home. So what do I do? Marinate on the couch, knowing full well I am done with my training for the day, ate my meals, and I relax knowing that my body is growing and recovering for the day to follow.
Throughout life, there are countless situations that pop up and are out of our control. We must know the difference between what we can control, and what we can't. Pisses you off? You're a control freak, huh? Me too. Doesn't change anything, you must take the time to prepare for the daily and weekly battles as best you can, and when things pop up, you're able to weather the storm. The point is, you have to WANT it so bad you can smell victory, even if you've tasted defeat, like we all have. Whatever you do, make sure you're heart and soul is in it...if it's not, get out; you're wasting your own time, and those around you.
We all want to be massive, big and strong to boot. We don't want to just look the part, we want to be able to walk into that gym and throw some serious fucking steel around. We're all guilty of seeing guys stronger than us and feeling moderatley dejected or not up to par. Sure, having the ABILITY to push massive amounts of weight is great, but the guys that are going to be the most successful are the guys that have phenominal DURABILITY. This sport is a marathon, not a sprint. It's a neverending quest for greatness, and those that make the biggest strides are going to be the consistent ones. Being hurt sucks, and keeps you away from the gym and sets you further from your goals. Hardcore isn't deadlifting 700 lbs with shit form and recieving 3 herniated disks as a result. That shit puts you out of the game for quite some time. Hardcore to me, is pulling 500 off that fuckin' floor with immaculate form. Train smart, and prepare for the long haul. Look at Wrath. He's documenting his journey. If he was to train like a moron and get hurt, that shit would be cut short and it would be like a dagger through his heart. Train hard, train heavy, and train SMART.
Every time you walk into that weight room, it is a battle. It is you, and only you, versus as many plates as you can pack onto the bar. Every session the opposing army varies, depending on what body part is going to fight that day. On leg day, it is two slabs of meat verses 500 lbs. On arm day, 2 slabs of meat versus 135 lbs. While the opposition varies, it is imperative that your mindset and battle approach remains the same: Condition RED. You are going to fucking annihilate whatever is in your way, and do not fail to realize that your army of ONE can always take on larger, more numerous armies of plates. This is crucial to your development, both physically and mentally. Never underestimate what an individual can do, especially when that individual is yourself. The only limitations you have are those that are self-imposed. Reach for new heights in your training, and BE RELENTLESS.
Wassup Hawk? Good to see you haven't lost your touch... Keep 'em coming bro...
Good to have you back Freak. Haven't seen ya around in a while.
Where are all my blue collar Animals at? The concrete pouring, rebar bending, asphalt laying, house framing, calloused hands and workboot wearing brothers? The guys that wake up at 4 to train by 5 and be at work by 7? The ones that come to the gym after work covered in mud, shit, sweat, and concrete, and still bust their asses more than anyone in the joint? Come on in here and make yourself at home.
i guess i qualify. i manage a trucking company, we move appliances for a couple of major corporations. i'm at work by 6:30, unload shipments of fridges, stoves and shit. i work in a warehouse that isn't heated, so with the -30degC temps outside, you move your ass all day to keep warm. after 9 hrs of slugging appliances around i go home and train hard for an hour or so. if you don't get soaked and scungy from the new pieces coming in, the trucks coming back from deliveries are full of peoples old appliances; not pretty sometimes. i don't mind the job though. keeps me busy, i work alone for the most part and have access to the internet in my small office. biggest thing is i don't have to sit in a fucking cubicle all day, lookin' pretty.
I used to build gas stations. Every part. Foundation, framing, roofing, shit we even installed the underground tanks and pumps. Every bit of it was outside. In summer it was great cause id be as tan as possible. Winters... well lets say my vision of hell is installing gas pumps and pulling electrical cord covered in gel so it slides through the pipes when its 10 below. It taught me alot. Value of a dollar. Shit i can do just about any side job now and not have to ask anybody a question how to do it. 2 years i did that. Labor 9 hours a day, sneak away to eat during the day, then labor with the iron until it was time to go to job 2. Wasnt getting much sleep. Gains were few and far between, but i never quit. Never even thought about it
I used to build gas stations. Every part. Foundation, framing, roofing, shit we even installed the underground tanks and pumps. Every bit of it was outside. In summer it was great cause id be as tan as possible. Winters... well lets say my vision of hell is installing gas pumps and pulling electrical cord covered in gel so it slides through the pipes when its 10 below. It taught me alot. Value of a dollar. Shit i can do just about any side job now and not have to ask anybody a question how to do it. 2 years i did that. Labor 9 hours a day, sneak away to eat during the day, then labor with the iron until it was time to go to job 2. Wasnt getting much sleep. Gains were few and far between, but i never quit. Never even thought about it
Good shit man. Quitting gets you no where. Fuck yeah fellas, keep pushin and grindin out the pay dirt. You'll never regret doing hard work, it gets engrained in your very being. Rich, suit-wearing, cubicle sitting, soft skinned fucks will always need us. If freedom is the heart of our country, we're the fuckin' SOUL.
What if it was a miscarriage and I never existed
Have I given something that have been taken away you
would have missed it...
These lyrics come from DMX - Let Me Fly
How true? Every day this runs through my mind. Have I made a profound impact on not only my life, but those around me? Have I given something to those in my life, that if it was taken away, would they miss it? If you can answer "yes" to this question, then you already know how to go about your daily regimen. If you said "no", then you should reassess your life and priorities. People may make shrewd comments about your commitment to this sport and this life, but deep down inside, they admire your determination and drive, and wish they had it themselves. Make your mark on everything you do, strive for greatness, and do not do this with your mouth, but rather your actions. If someone was to watch you training in the weight room alone, with no one around, what would they see? The mark of a man is what he does when no one is watching. How you live is the way you affect people around you, not what you say. People will see your work ethic, your drive, and your commitment, and maybe, just maybe, they will be affected. If not, there isn't anything you can do about it, but if even ONE person takes notice and decides to take hold of their life by the balls and squeeze every ounce of greatness out of them, it is worth it. Lead by example and leave your mark on society. Let guys that were at the gym that day talk about you in the bar that night, while you're at home, asleep and growing. Let them tell their buddies about the fuckin' FREAK they saw today at the gym, and how much goddamned weight he was throwing around. You already are this person...just let him out of the CAGE.
If i ever grow a pair of wings.... and im flying along... i better land in this nest..
Throughout this life, there are going to be circumstances out of your control. Shit that you cannot help but wonder, "Why??". I've seen people tear themselves apart looking for answers to questions. You've seen them. They are crazed, some slip into somewhat of a depression or have high anxiety because they don't understand why something happened to them, or if something bad will happen again. This can fuck you up. I've had people pass away in my life, people that were very close to me. I was in the dumps for a few days, and understandably. However, I realized that the only way to honor them was to push through as if they were with me. If you try to control everything around you, eventually you will tear yourself to pieces. Focus on the things in your life, no matter how small or large, that you can control, and make the necessary adjustments to get yourself back together when adversity hits. Something I've always believed in: "You can't change other people, their actions or thoughts, or sometimes even the hand you were dealt in life. There is one thing that you can control, no matter what size storm hits: YOUR ATTITUDE. A good attitude and positive outlook will shed light on some of the darkest days, and help you push through situations that may seem to hold you down. Never stop forging ahead.
"I say live hard and die hard and love hard in between. Cuz tomorrow ain’t promised and today is slipping away..." - G Diesel
Nothing to say about it, except that G is always on point. That quote always runs through my head before I step in that weight room. Thanks G.
This might be a long one, but it is my tribute to my best friend who was killed in Iraq at the tender age of 19. A true ANIMAL story, so please read:
I remember it like yesterday. We were sitting in English class my senior year in high school, with a substitute teacher. My boy went to the cafeteria to get us some food, and came back yelling how a plane had just hit the World Trade Center. The sub goes," I know the stuff you kids pull, we're not turning on the TV." "Fuck You!" my boys says and turns on the TV just in time to see the second plane hit. At this point, we know it is a terrorist attack, and he resolves at that exact moment in time that he is going to join the Marines and fight these fucks. He isn't the biggest kid, but still decent sized, played football and hockey, and just a true Animal in the gym. He met with a recruiter at school, and signed up right after graduation, heading to boot camp that summer. I saw him every so often when he came home, and when I was home from college. We would just shoot the shit, talk about his chances of going to Iraq (he couldn't wait), and have a few brews, talkin about the good old times. He left for Iraq my sophomore year in college, and I would talk to him whenever he could send an email. The night of New Years, he sent a letter that said "do not read until midnight at New Year". It said something to the effect of, "Things are quiet here, nothing much going on, I miss you guys and can't wait to see you. I'm dominating the Iraqi fucks, its amazing what the Iraqui military does to innocent civilians, it's enough to make you crazy, etc.".
I went to bed at 4 am, and woke up at 8 am, only to find out that he had been killed earlier that morning literally 2 hours after we read the letter; shot in the chest, and died in the chopper on the way out...his last words? "Gonna take a lot more than this to kill a Jersey kid". He was my training partner, the guy who had my back no matter what, and I always had, and will always HAVE, his. We lifted everyday after school, no matter what. For the trip home, we found a bike in the dumpster behind the gym, and would Rock, Paper, Scissors for who got to ride home and who had to run. Now, wherever I am, whatever gym I'm in, he is with me. I carry him on my shoulders throughout the whole workout. In between sets, I can hear him chide me, egg me on, encouraging me to push my limits. While I'm buried under a half ton on the squat rack, I hear him yelling in my ear, and can almost feel him pushing the weight up with me. I can feel him walk next to me to the water fountain, calling me a pussy for getting a drink. If I'm alone in the gym, I can almost hear the slam of the weights while he is Power Cleaning in the corner. When I take the time to look out of my hood into that steamy mirror, I see his face, determination in his eyes and with a drive for greatness; the way I'll always remember him. I can only picture what the Armed Forces went through and go through in this war, and that is something I am forever thankful for. Thank you, A BIG Thank you to all of the Armed Forces that have fought, and are still fighting, in Iraq and those stationed around the world. You are all truly Animals.
Hawk, sorry to hear about your loss...it is rough over there...im glad my tours are done and i dont have to go back...already have my dd214. if i had to, id go back in a heartbeat though.
we are all here for you if you need anything.
also, in response to your post before that one...
i completely agree. if you want it bad enough, you will MAKE time for this lifestyle. our life is about Sacrifice. your buddy knew that better than anyone...my thoughts and prayers are with you and his family.
Strength and Honor brother.
Thanks bro, it's been awhile since he died, so I'm good. I know what I have to do and how I have to do it, and for that I am thankful....thankful to be able to pay him back for everything he did.
Good stuff brother. Keep honoring him with your gains and Animal lifestyle
Strength and Honor.
Tomorrow is Sunday, a lazy day for most Americans. But guess what? We're not "most Americans". I'll be up at 5 AM, eating, lifting, eating, doing work around the house. My fat lazy neighbors get pissed when the chainsaw cranks up at 9 AM. 9 AM!!!! Fuck, its not like these guys work late shifts, they would just rather do nothing with their weekends, and sleep in. Now, I understand that, but these are the same people who's yards look like all the trees threw up. Take some fucking pride in everything you do, and everything that you put your name on. Writing a paper for school? I'd almost rather you not hand it in at all, than put your NAME on a piece of shit. Anything that is associated with me, I take pride in. Anything I do; clean the yard, do a paper, how I treat others, and most of all my fucking work ethic. When I am on a jobsite, that mother fucker is neat, wood stacked, nails/screws picked up when we leave, garbage cleaned up every day. When you feel yourself start going through the motions, stop. Stop whatever the fuck you are doing, and leave. That's the day you hang 'em up. You can't take anything in this world for granted, and I will not let anyone ever say, "he didn't do a good job on this, or he half assed that." Let me assure you, I will fucking lie down and die before I quit my journey to my goals. Each day we spend on this earth is a blessing...treat it like one, because that day will come when you will no longer be here. How will YOU be remembered?
Reminds me of my dad in the summer, which I've taken over doing. Totally diggin your shit dawg, keep it comin.
A college baseball team from Ohio was involved in a bus accident this past weekend, in which 4 kids died and numerous others were seriously injured. This type of shit puts things in perspective for me. It could have easily been me. Those guys were headed to play a bunch of games on their spring break, excited to start the season. It was early morning and they were mostly asleep, awaiting their arrival to the hotel that night, when the bus flipped over a railing and landed on its side on I-75 below. Bus driver and wife? Killed. Now, we could easily shake it off as another accident and go on with our lives. However, take a moment and think about it. Kids, literally KIDS, going to play a game that most of us played during our childhood, bus crashes and people lose their best friends. Now...when you need any sort of motivation, imagine how those kids feel that might not be able to walk after this accident. Imagine what it is like to lose a best friend, a brother, and still carry on your season. So instead of moving on and forgetting, I say fuck that. Let us put these kids on our backs and crush the obstacles on our way to our goals. Let these kids motivate you and inspire you...I do believe this happened for a reason. If you don't see it, then listen up....Just like that, life can be taken from you, in a blink of an eye. Do not put off to tomorrow, what you can do today. Sooner or later, and mark my words, you WILL RUN OUT OF TOMORROWS.
This could sound corny to some...but to the ones that are serious, they will know exactly what I'm talking about. Every so often, when my life becomes hectic and it seems shit is crashing down around me, I take a break during the day (usually when I wake up in the morning) and look myself in the mirror. Look yourself in the eye and ask yourself what you are setting out to accomplish. What are your goals? Aspirations? Whatever they are, decide that you will stop at nothing to get to them. I don't care if your goal is to become President of the USA. If it is....grab those books and start readin'. The first step is to set those goals, then ask yourself what you are doing to take steps in that direction. Figure out the progress you must make, and set time limits for them. That is the only way to always stay on track. Write those goals and progressive steps down, take them with you where ever you go. Take your lumps and learn from them. You WILL get knocked down, but you BETTER GET THE FUCK UP AND PUSH BACK. WIthout set backs, higher aspirations wouldn't be what they are...the ultimate accomplishments.
CatalinB
03-12-07, 9:01 am
Keep that shit flowing bro, you're a true inspiration.
So much emphasis is placed on time. "What time should I be there?" "I don't have enough time." "What time are you going to the gym?" "What time will you be home?" "When's a good time to call?" Time, time, time. What is time really, but a number assigned to a certain part of the day? Some people complain that there aren't enough hours in a day to get all their stuff done. Sometimes I feel this way too. The only way to avoid it is to make time work for you. Wake up earlier, pack your meals ahead of time, organize your shit so it's at your fingertips. A lot of people ask, "How long do your workouts take?" The fact is, time stands still when I'm in the gym. I will not fall slave to the clock when lifting...if I get a ballbuster workout in under 45 minutes, then so be it. If it takes an hour and a half, so be it. The point is, put time on your side, and it will work for you with a little more effort. Organize, plan, be meticulous and things will pan out.
Genetics, genetics, genetics. I understand that your body composition is largely dependant on genetics. However, I also believe, from the pit of my soul, that you can crush that stigma with a little belief, and a shitload of heart and hard work. Call me crazy, but I do believe that you can surpass your "genetic limitations". Say I'm wrong, do whatever you must...but I'll let you know when I get there...because they're ain't no limitations on me, except the ones I instill upon myself.
Throughout life, you will face a shitload of adversity. It is inevitable. This is what will shape you. Some small, some big, all of it important for your growth as a person. When the shit hits the fan, it don't matter how big you are. It's going to be the strength of your resolve and the size of your heart that is going to keep you grounded and focused. It is easy to go about with your life when everything is great. Mornings are clear, easy to get out of bed, food goes down easy. True character emerges when things begin to fall down around you. Watch your habits, for your habits become your character. Watch your character, because your character becomes your destiny.
Hawk you have some really good posts here,keep it up man i enjoy reading them.Iam one of your blue collar workers bro.I Lug truck and farmtractor tires all day 6 days a week,Up at 5am hit the gym intill 6;30 be to work at 7..
Hawk you have some really good posts here,keep it up man i enjoy reading them.Iam one of your blue collar workers bro.I Lug truck and farmtractor tires all day 6 days a week,Up at 5am hit the gym intill 6;30 be to work at 7..
Awesome bro, I'm glad someone enjoys reading them as much as I like posting 'em. You can't appriciate that kind of work until you do it. You learn to love it, and eventually wouldn't trade it for anything. Keep forging ahead.
Awesome bro, I'm glad someone enjoys reading them as much as I like posting 'em. You can't appriciate that kind of work until you do it. You learn to love it, and eventually wouldn't trade it for anything. Keep forging ahead.
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your words hit home bro.,theres alot of truth in what you say.Thats why i enjoy reading them,,staight to the point and no bullshit...keep postin and ill keep reading.
"It takes a rare breed to stand up to adversity, to carry the weight of the world across your shoulders and rise to the occasion. The squat is the personification of the human struggle. Man conquering the elements, raw strength in its purest form. The human body must struggle to properly execute the squat while still being able to walk upright the next day. The muscle groups of the upper torso unite to support the loaded barbell--the ironclad union of the delts, traps, lats and arms work to lock the weight into place. The lower back and abs protect the core against the crushing weight above. The quads and hammies steady the weight as the descent begins. In the depths of the hole, the glutes initiate the explosion that sends the load skyward. At the top the quads fire on all pistons as the weight is squeezed to lockout. The grittiest of the hardcore the squat'll grow every inch of ya."
- G Diesel
Whoever said Easter Sunday was a day to relax definately didn't know what THAT felt like. Time for leg day.
Good training partners are hard to find, and and if you've got someone you can count on, more power to you. They're hard to come by because you gotta trust this guy literally with your life, to get that bar off of you if you're gonna get buried, to show up on time, be serious and help you reach your goals. Now, that being said...the only person in this world that you can always rely on to be there for you day in and day out is yourself. Take care of yourself, because when push comes to shove, no one else will. If the man in the mirror can't muster enough motivation to go to the gym, no one will suffer but him. If you've got a partner, great. If you don't...that's fine, hell, thats better. Between sets is total focus, ride to the gym, total focus. Remember that all the bullshit aside, you got a commitment and responsibility to yourself...do not let ANYONE fuck that up for you. When the shit falls down around you, it will be your OWN two legs and foundation that will keep you standing.
Tonight is the last night of the "dirty" bulk I've been doing for the past 2 weeks. I just had to switch it up, shit was getting stale. So, after that shock my body got over the past 2 weeks, midnight marks the start of the clean bulk again. I'm pumped to see how it goes over these next few weeks, hopefully the gains come rolling in again.
Sir J-Werk
04-15-07, 10:59 pm
Good training partners are hard to find, and and if you've got someone you can count on, more power to you. They're hard to come by because you gotta trust this guy literally with your life, to get that bar off of you if you're gonna get buried, to show up on time, be serious and help you reach your goals. Now, that being said...the only person in this world that you can always rely on to be there for you day in and day out is yourself. Take care of yourself, because when push comes to shove, no one else will. If the man in the mirror can't muster enough motivation to go to the gym, no one will suffer but him. If you've got a partner, great. If you don't...that's fine, hell, thats better. Between sets is total focus, ride to the gym, total focus. Remember that all the bullshit aside, you got a commitment and responsibility to yourself...do not let ANYONE fuck that up for you. When the shit falls down around you, it will be your OWN two legs and foundation that will keep you standing.
That's real talk right there, Brother.... Amen.
Stay Strong, stay Focused, stay Animal!
Respect.
"In a moment of weakness, of defeated acceptance regarding the chaotic and tumultuous world in which we live, I threw my arms up and uttered the statement, “I guess when your number's up, it is out of your hands.” My Pops looked at me steely eyed and without hesitation retorted, “Fuck that. If that day comes you take somebody else's number. Then their time is up.” Damn man… That immediately resonated, reverberating within my core. I was disappointed in myself at that moment for giving up so easily, for being so laissez faire with regard to my own destiny. Shit fellas, we all have our bad days. Thing is, when I find myself in an instance of vulnerability and self doubt, I hold on to the moment. I store it away in my heart and in the recesses of my psyche in order to remind myself. It reminds me of the destructive train of thought I cannot abide. It echoes the fragility of humanity and the need for the strong and powerful to defend the feeble and timid. Those days when you are dragging your ass, when getting to the gym seems like more trouble than it is worth, remember this ain't about being a pretty boy, looking big in your tight t-shirt at the tavern or hitting a more impressive most muscular. That daily beautiful struggle with the iron is your training; your combat in the gym is practice for the constant conflict that is everyday life in the new millennium. It ain't about looking good… It's about survival."
- G Diesel
Needed to put that in here...my own constant reminder.
never_2_big
04-19-07, 12:40 am
It ain't about looking good… It's about survival."
- G Diesel
Needed to put that in here...my own constant reminder.
that there is the one the truest statements in this forum, thanks Hawk for grabbing this one out.
Damn man....I'll read that fucking post by G every day. Just when you think you got a stranglehold on that mother fucker we call life...you read something like this, and realize your grip ain't what you thought it was. Buckle down and grab that son of a bitch for all you're worth, and instead of rolling with the punches...throw some of your own.
If you haven't read it....READ IT. Either scroll down in here and read it...or go to Diary of a Madman and hit up entry #76.
Damn man....I'll read that fucking post by G every day. Just when you think you got a stranglehold on that mother fucker we call life...you read something like this, and realize your grip ain't what you thought it was. Buckle down and grab that son of a bitch for all you're worth, and instead of rolling with the punches...throw some of your own.
If you haven't read it....READ IT. Either scroll down in here and read it...or go to Diary of a Madman and hit up entry #76.
agreed bro. G is like a rabid ptbull and anyone who gets in his way is fucking porkchop.
Good training partners are hard to find, and and if you've got someone you can count on, more power to you. They're hard to come by because you gotta trust this guy literally with your life, to get that bar off of you if you're gonna get buried, to show up on time, be serious and help you reach your goals. Now, that being said...the only person in this world that you can always rely on to be there for you day in and day out is yourself. Take care of yourself, because when push comes to shove, no one else will. If the man in the mirror can't muster enough motivation to go to the gym, no one will suffer but him. If you've got a partner, great. If you don't...that's fine, hell, thats better. Between sets is total focus, ride to the gym, total focus. Remember that all the bullshit aside, you got a commitment and responsibility to yourself...do not let ANYONE fuck that up for you. When the shit falls down around you, it will be your OWN two legs and foundation that will keep you standing.
I almost wanna pay somebody bro ha ha good shit keep em coming hows the finger bro...
Finger's all healed up, looks like someone took a chunk out of the top because of the way they sewed it...oh well.
Today, as I put the empty bar onto my traps for my warmup sets of squats....I noticed it felt heavier. If I put it on the scale, it still would have weighed 45 lbs...but I knew the reason. Last night, I saw one of my friends in my dream. She lost a 3 year fight to liver cancer...but in that dream I could feel her, hear her, touch her. This morning, I awoke and felt her beside me. I knew she was with me that day, and knew she would give anything to physically be here. When I unracked that bar, all of her hopes, dreams, visions, goals, and determination were loaded onto it. I pushed through 6 sets, never leaving that area, not for a drink, not a stretch, not anything. I never looked from the mirror, except to add weight. I'm telling you, she was there. She pushed me through my whole workout, I could see her smile when I closed my eyes, feel her pain when the bar sat on me like a brick shithouse. Today was not a day when I lifted for myself, but lifted for her. I'm honored that she chose ME to walk with, and I hope I gave her what she wanted...one day of being back with her feet planted on this earth, even for the brief time it was.
Graduate college on Monday. It's time to move onto a new phase of life. As everything around me will change, there will still be one constant. The weight room. I may switch gyms, I may switch workouts, but the feeling of that bar in my hands will never fade away. Jobs will pass, girlfriends may fall by the wayside, but the weight room will have my back, no matter what state or country my future endeavors take me to. It's exciting, possibly nerve wracking (if you let it), and that is the beauty of it. I'm ready. I've always been ready. Now's the time to leave this false sense of security behind. Construction will still be my job for the next few months, and with any luck, I'll be able to start my own company. I've got a lot of plans for the future, and nothing will step in my path to hold me back from achieving the goals I have laid out for myself.
Graduate college on Monday. It's time to move onto a new phase of life. As everything around me will change, there will still be one constant. The weight room. I may switch gyms, I may switch workouts, but the feeling of that bar in my hands will never fade away. Jobs will pass, girlfriends may fall by the wayside, but the weight room will have my back, no matter what state or country my future endeavors take me to. It's exciting, possibly nerve wracking (if you let it), and that is the beauty of it. I'm ready. I've always been ready. Now's the time to leave this false sense of security behind. Construction will still be my job for the next few months, and with any luck, I'll be able to start my own company. I've got a lot of plans for the future, and nothing will step in my path to hold me back from achieving the goals I have laid out for myself.
I remember that day felt like the world is at your fingertips bro good luck in all the things you do be safe but its a celebration b$%^&es show hawk your tiddys milks gone bad lol.
Congrats on graduating. The best to you on starting your own company.
brandona
05-04-07, 1:45 pm
Congrats Bro....it is an awsome feeling to walk across that stage, to look out and see the pride on the families faces...Your future is bright bro.....
-B
Bro,
Congrats on your graduation. You've come a long way. You're the first person who replied to my first post and the message was so clear that it's stuck to this day. You've said it in your post, it aint about time management. If you wanna train, you'll find time to train.
You've forged your will with the iron, and this will take you real far bro. So keep it as intense, and in the darker days, we'll still be here.
nawaaz
Thanks, fellas...means a lot. I haven't been posting much lately, but I've been around. Hopefully I can update the Nest as soon as I get some thoughts together...
G - Had to throw this one in there too.
"Man, I am tired of people shitting on the next dude's source of inspiration. We shouldn't perpetrate or front, but at the same time be fucking honest. When I was a kid, I wanted to be like the ballplayers I looked up to. Beyond that my pops and my grandfather were the earliest role models I wanted to emulate.
I have walked to the beat of my own drum my whole life. That said, I can't say I haven't been inspired. Shit, I draw upon all different sources of inspiration in every aspect of life, from great figures in history to fictional characters to modern bodybuilders. From the most mundane to the most epic example, I'll take motivation from any imagery or source of art or media from which I can draw it. Anything I can do to stoke the flame in the belly I will take full advantage of and exploit it to the best of my ability in order to make myself better. Sorry, I've gotta keep it real.
This dude lays it out there and tells of a powerful moment he encountered and he gets barraged and shut down by smart ass, cyber nerd, leet speak bullshit. If you can't relate, you're too cool, too much of a hard ass, just keep that shit to yourself. Maybe someday cats like Neo and I will be able to sit with the varsity at the cool table. Until then, we'll just look inward, draw on any inspiration that we can find, train like freaks and get huge. "
Peace, G
violator
07-23-07, 11:45 am
Confidence and determination....What I believe could be the most important traits to possess in today's world. Determination is what drags your ass over the finish line when you got nothin' left.....You gotta want to reach your goal, and the determination and confidence in your work and sacrifice is what will get hurtle you forward to a better tomorrow.
THAT'S how you pay the fuckin rent.
Sick writing hawk, u lit the fire under my as this evening bro, keep payin that rent motherfucker, we'll all be waiting in the shadows with u, looking toward the horizon...
"Im fuckin determined, spit at all reason.." - Mudvayne.
I haven't been on here in quite a while, I've been wrapping up loose ends and taking some trips around the country. I do cruise through here every so often, and I really read a bunch of posts and looked at the new members. We got a shitload bigger, I can tell ya that much! Damn. Still though, with all the new guys comes the possibility of bullshit. Just going through here, I didn't see much, which means the Watchmen and Henchmen are doin' a good job. Keep it up fellas, although I might not be posting all that much, I do read through here every so often.
violator
09-12-07, 5:38 am
I haven't been on here in quite a while, I've been wrapping up loose ends and taking some trips around the country. I do cruise through here every so often, and I really read a bunch of posts and looked at the new members. We got a shitload bigger, I can tell ya that much! Damn. Still though, with all the new guys comes the possibility of bullshit. Just going through here, I didn't see much, which means the Watchmen and Henchmen are doin' a good job. Keep it up fellas, although I might not be posting all that much, I do read through here every so often.
Yo HAWK, long time no post bro, missin ur inspirational pieces bro, hope uve got some lined up, good luck with the travels....
peace
Something I wanted to address, as I've seen a bunch of these posts, mostly from a few specific members. If you want to tell everyone how great you are, go to bb.com's forum, or any other forum, but get the fuck out of here. If you train to show everyone what you can do, and brag about it on a message board, that's just immature. Training for pats on the back or smoke up your ass is not what Animal is all about. With the amount of members on here now, I know many of them don't love the Animal lifestyle, they simply love the IDEA of the Animal lifestyle. I'm not saying you have to dedicate every waking minute to lifting and bodybuilding, but don't try to play it off like you do.
Another issue: If you are below the age of 18, as many members are now, DO NOT fuck around with supps. You simply don't need them, so stop asking about stacks and supp recommendations. If you are below the age of 25, don't fuck around with hormonal supps, i.e. Stak, Stak2, Animal Test, etc. They won't have an effect on your testosterone production, as it is at some of the highest levels of your life. Some people say, "yeah but it worked for me and I'm only 16". Nah, that's called the placebo effect.
Sometimes we make shit harder than it needs to be. Eat big, eat healthy, train hard and BE CONSISTENT. That's how the men that formed the foundation of bodybuilding did it, and just because times change, it doesn't mean that those methods don't work anymore. They are time tested and competition proven. Be respectful, don't be a fucking cock, and don't use the keyboard to try to make yourself Arnold.
Hawk...perfect post. much respect brother.
violator
11-19-07, 6:10 am
....Eat big, eat healthy, train hard and BE CONSISTENT. That's how the men that formed the foundation of bodybuilding did it, and just because times change, it doesn't mean that those methods don't work anymore. They are time tested and competition proven. Be respectful, don't be a fucking cock, and don't use the keyboard to try to make yourself Arnold.
truer words were never spoken, props 2 u man....wish more cats would see this....
Where you at Hawk? Looks like you're away. Yeah, you and me both.
Freak -
What up man? I haven't been around bro, been off doin' everything I can, working different jobs, experiencing as much as possible. The forum has really blown up over the time I've been gone, it's crazy to see this many people. Good stuff, looks like the sport and lifestyle has, and is, growing significantly. Hope all is well. I'll be around.
HAWK
After a long absence, I think I'm gonna be back for a while. It is true, what is written; all roads lead back to the iron, and here. I did my thing for a while, traveled, experienced as much as possible and met some great people. Didn't stop training, just cut down to a 3 day split, and kept at it...now, with some seblance of sanity in my life, I'll be back, 4-6 days a week, nose to the grindstone, just as I always was. I'll try to be around the forvm more, reading and posting. Lost the Henchman status, but maybe it'll come back in due time. Feel free to PM me, always good to hear from the forum rats.
After a long absence, I think I'm gonna be back for a while. It is true, what is written; all roads lead back to the iron, and here. I did my thing for a while, traveled, experienced as much as possible and met some great people. Didn't stop training, just cut down to a 3 day split, and kept at it...now, with some seblance of sanity in my life, I'll be back, 4-6 days a week, nose to the grindstone, just as I always was. I'll try to be around the forvm more, reading and posting. Lost the Henchman status, but maybe it'll come back in due time. Feel free to PM me, always good to hear from the forum rats.
glad to see you are coming back brother. look forward to reading more from ya!!
Freak -
What up man? I haven't been around bro, been off doin' everything I can, working different jobs, experiencing as much as possible. The forum has really blown up over the time I've been gone, it's crazy to see this many people. Good stuff, looks like the sport and lifestyle has, and is, growing significantly. Hope all is well. I'll be around.
HAWK
It's all good bro...