Tough to break old habits....
Just started to step my volume up took another page from one of my old journals from the 70's
Shoulders and arms:
Cable laterals 4x15
Seated smith military 5x8-12
DB laterals 5x10-12
DB presses 4x8-10
Seated rear delt raise 6x8-12
Upright rows 5x8-10
BB curls/pushdowns 4-5x8-12
Alt. DB curl/seated TRICEP ext 4-5x8-12
Scott curls/dips 3-4x8-10
Concentration curls/DB kickbacks 3-4x8-12
I found some really old pictures...
As well as some really old training journals that I kept as a teenager. It's quite amazing how resilient a young body is. One of my leg workouts was extensions, squats, front squats, leg press and lunges all 5-7 sets each. Then I did lying thigh curls for 10-12 sets. At the time I think only the lying thigh curl machine was available. This was the only machine used for hammies. I followed that up with 5 sets of stiffies 15 reps each.
Welcome to crazy town population: ME!
Gw
Extensions 3x20 warm up
Squats 135,185,205,225 275,275,275
Leg press 270,360,450,540 630,630,630
Extensions
Lying thigh curl 50,60,70,80 90,90,90
Stiff leg DL'S 95,115,135,155 185,185,185
Another page from the old journal....
Gw
Chins 3-4 sets as many as I can
T-bar rows 5sets 8 (100lbs.)
Seated cable rows 4sets12 (120lbs.)
Bent over rows 4 sets 8 (170lbs.)
Pulldowns 4 sets 12 (120lbs.)
Hypers 3 sets 20
Words of wisdom from dr. Seuss ...
I can not see, I can not pee, I can not chew, I can not screw.
Oh my gosh what can I do!
My memory shrinks, my hearing stinks, no sense of smell, I look like hell.
My mood is bad can you tell!
My bodies drooping, I have trouble pooping.
The golden years have come at last.
THE GOLDEN YEARS CAN KISS MY ASS!
I don't know how I made it this far...
This forum never ceases to amaze me, there's never is a shortage of "expert" advice available. I recall when I first ventured off to train at a place other than my basement. I was very young and quite impressionable. As i made my way into the large,dank,musty room I must admit I was a bit intimidated by all the hulking physiques. As time passed I was exposed to a myriad of personlities. Some really nice people and some total assholes. None the less, I continued to workout, I got to know most by name and By this time basically knew who was full of shit and who I could rely on for sound training and nutritional information. I found that just because a guy had an 18" arm didn't necessarily make him the foremost authority on arm training. So there I was at the crossroads of my young bodybuilding career. Knowing damn well I had to get to the bottom of it all. CALIFORNIA was the answer! The "MECCA"! I had worked as a concrete laborer with my dad and with the money I had amassed over the summer months I had enough to go explore new horizons! So,
At the ripe old age of 17 I decided to take off to the west coast in search of true enlightenment. The end result, there were no secrets to be had at least not the ones that I can discuss on this forum. These guys were just as full of shit but with better tans! The only guy that gave me straight answers was a guy by the name of Kalman Skzalak. Thanks Kal!You made a difference. ... And all you guys have to do is sit behind a computer!
Gyms ain't what they used to be...
I long for the days when you could hear the iron clanging. I miss the feel of a "real" dumbbell. There i was sitting catching my breath in between exercises looking around and thought, shit just don't look like it used to. Rubber coated hexagon plates WTF! Rubber coated fucking DB's ala Fred Flintstone. Clumsy as shit once you get to the 100's. I cut my teeth on the equipment Joe Gold, George Turner, and Dan Howard built. Every machine, every pulley, every bench no detail was overlooked. These guys were geniuses. Even something as simple as a t-bar row bar was perfected. Gone are the true glory days. Welcome to the era of cookie cutter central!