can someone post those bodybuilding quotes

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  1. energie

    energie I like to place an order.. the name? Situation the

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    the iron 200 pounds is always 200 pounds one specifically.


    thanks bros
     
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    The Iron never lies to you. You can walk outside and listen to all kinds of talk, get told that you're a god or a total bastard. The Iron will always kick you the real deal. The Iron is the great reference point, the all-knowing perspective giver. Always there like a beacon in the pitch black. I have found the Iron to be my greatest friend. It never freaks out on me, never runs. Friends may come and go, but two hundred pounds is always two hundred pounds.

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    The greatest feeling you can get in a gym or the most satisfying feeling you can get in the gym is the pump. Let's say you train your biceps, blood is rushing in to your muscles and that's what we call the pump. Your muscles get a really tight feeling like your skin is going to explode any minute and its really tight and its like someone is blowing air into your muscle and it just blows up and it feels different, it feels fantastic. It's as satisfying to me as cumming is, you know, as in having sex with a woman and cumming. So can you believe how much I am in heaven? I am like getting the feeling of cumming in the gym; I'm getting the feeling of cumming at home; I'm getting the feeling of cumming backstage; when I pump up, when I pose out in front of 5000 people I get the same feeling, so I am cumming day and night. It's terrific, right? So you know, I am in heaven..
     
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    Henry Rollins
     
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    There are no arms below to catch me, no safety net to break my fall. This high wire act that is my life is all I have, it is all I know. Step after precarious step I struggle to keep my balance, too focused to look forward, too busy thinking about the next step to look back. I can’t afford the luxury to peer over my shoulder and assess how far I’ve come, because it truly means nothing in the end if I don’t make it to the other side. I’ve put myself out there, with my shit on the line, cuz it is the only way. The safety of the assured sure is seductive, but I have always known that such a life could never be mine.

    The only solace I have is to know that my place will never be on the sidelines with those too scared to step out onto the wire. My only security is to know that I took the chances when others played it safe, that I anteed up when the rest folded. I will risk it all cuz that is all I know. My contingency plan has always been to die trying. I’m out here on my grind, where I belong, where I am home, where I am meant to be. If you need me, you know where to find me. I hope to see you there.

    http://www.animalpak.com/html/article_details.cfm?ID=409 :hsugh:
     
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    By far my favorite. :bowdown:
     
  6. Mitchj

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    is iron 200 pounds for guy if girl lifts for 100lbs but what if guy?
     
  7. Rojo Johnson

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    lol
     
  9. BarbaraWaltersPegleg

    BarbaraWaltersPegleg Irish Guido

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  10. Ceaze

    Ceaze https://hearthis.at/DoYouEvenUplift Moderator

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    people still have sigs turned on?
     
  11. Frank Dux

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    Some of those quotes in the sig .. :rofl:
     
  12. dengar

    dengar seans is a afta marchsollwe in his gir! OT Supporter

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    Who was this one to?

     
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    honestly I think it was to me way back in the day...
     
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    IRON, from Details Magazine
    By Henry Rollins

    I believe that the definition of definition is reinvention. To not be like your parents. To not be like your friends. To be yourself.

    Completely.

    When I was young I had no sense of myself. All I was, was a product of all the fear and humiliation I suffered. Fear of my parents. The humiliation of teachers calling me "garbage can" and telling me I'd be mowing lawns for a living. And the very real terror of my fellow students. I was threatened and beaten up for the color of my skin and my size. I was skinny and clumsy, and when others would tease me I didn't run home crying, wondering why. I knew all too well. I was there to be antagonized. In sports I was laughed at. A spaz. I was pretty good at boxing but only because the rage that filled my every waking moment made me wild and unpredictable. I fought with some strange fury. The other boys thought I was crazy.

    I hated myself all the time. As stupid at it seems now, I wanted to talk like them, dress like them, carry myself with the ease of knowing that I wasn't going to get pounded in the hallway between classes. Years passed and I learned to keep it all inside. I only talked to a few boys in my grade. Other losers. Some of them are to this day the greatest people I have ever known. Hang out with a guy who has had his head flushed down a toilet a few times, treat him with respect, and you'll find a faithful friend forever. But even with friends, school sucked. Teachers gave me hard time. I didn't think much of them either.

    Then came Mr. Pepperman, my advisor. He was a powerfully built Vietnam veteran, and he was scary. No one ever talked out of turn in his class.Once one kid did and Mr. P. lifted him off the ground and pinned him to the blackboard. Mr. P. could see that I was in bad shape, and one Friday in October he asked me if I had ever worked out with weights. I told him no. He told me that I was going to take some of the money that I had saved and buy a hundred-pound set of weights at Sears. As I left his office, I started to think of things I would say to him on Monday when he asked about the weights that I was not going to buy. Still, it made me feel special. My father never really got that close to caring. On Saturday I bought the weights, but I couldn't even drag them to my mom's car. An attendant laughed at me as he put them on a dolly.

    Monday came and I was called into Mr. P.'s office after school. He said that he was going to show me how to work out. He was going to put me on a program and start hitting me in the solar plexus in the hallway when I wasn't looking. When I could take the punch we would know that we were getting somewhere. At no time was I to look at myself in the mirror or tell anyone at school what I was doing. In the gym he showed me ten basic exercises. I paid more attention than I ever did in any of my classes. I didn't want to blow it. I went home that night and started right in.

    Weeks passed, and every once in a while Mr. P. would give me a shot and drop me in the hallway, sending my books flying. The other students didn't know what to think. More weeks passed, and I was steadily adding new weights to the bar. I could sense the power inside my body growing. I could feel it.

    Right before Christmas break I was walking to class, and from out of nowhere Mr. Pepperman appeared and gave me a shot in the chest. I laughed and kept going. He said I could look at myself now. I got home and ran to the bathroom and pulled off my shirt. I saw a body, not just the shell that housed my stomach and my heart. My biceps bulged. My chest had definition. I felt strong. It was the first time I can remember having a sense of myself. I had done something and no one could ever take it away. You couldn't say shit to me.

    It took me years to fully appreciate the value of the lessons I have learned from the Iron. I used to think that it was my adversary, that I was trying to lift that which does not want to be lifted. I was wrong. When the Iron doesn't want to come off the mat, it's the kindest thing it can do for you. If it flew up and went through the ceiling, it wouldn't teach you anything. That's the way the Iron talks to you. It tells you that the material you work with is that which you will come to resemble. That which you work against will always work against you.

    It wasn't until my late twenties that I learned that by working out I had given myself a great gift. I learned that nothing good comes without work and a certain amount of pain. When I finish a set that leaves me shaking, I know more about myself. When something gets bad, I know it can't be as bad as that workout.

    I used to fight the pain, but recently this became clear to me: pain is not my enemy; it is my call to greatness. But when dealing with the Iron, one must be careful to interpret the pain correctly. Most injuries involving the Iron come from ego. I once spent a few weeks lifting weight that my body wasn't ready for and spent a few months not picking up anything heavier than a fork. Try to lift what you're not prepared to and the Iron will teach you a little lesson in restraint and self-control.

    I have never met a truly strong person who didn't have self-respect. I think a lot of inwardly and outwardly directed contempt passes itself off as self-respect: the idea of raising yourself by stepping on someone's shoulders instead of doing it yourself. When I see guys working out for cosmetic reasons, I see vanity exposing them in the worst way, as cartoon characters, billboards for imbalance and insecurity. Strength reveals itself through character. It is the difference between bouncers who get off strong-arming people and Mr.Pepperman.

    Muscle mass does not always equal strength. Strength is kindness and sensitivity. Strength is understanding that your power is both physical and emotional. That it comes from the body and the mind. And the heart.

    Yukio Mishima said that he could not entertain the idea of romance if he was not strong. Romance is such a strong and overwhelming passion, a weakened body cannot sustain it for long. I have some of my most romantic thoughts when I am with the Iron. Once I was in love with a woman. I thought about her the most when the pain from a workout was racing through my body.

    Everything in me wanted her. So much so that sex was only a fraction of my total desire. It was the single most intense love I have ever felt, but she lived far away and I didn't see her very often. Working out was a healthy way of dealing with the loneliness. To this day, when I work out I usually listen to ballads.

    I prefer to work out alone. It enables me to concentrate on the lessons that the Iron has for me. Learning about what you're made of is always time well spent, and I have found no better teacher. The Iron had taught me how to live. Life is capable of driving you out of your mind. The way it all comes down these days, it's some kind of miracle if you're not insane. People have become separated from their bodies. They are no longer whole.

    I see them move from their offices to their cars and on to their suburban homes. They stress out constantly, they lose sleep, they eat badly. And they behave badly. Their egos run wild; they become motivated by that which will eventually give them a massive stroke. They need the Iron Mind.

    Through the years, I have combined meditation, action, and the Iron into a single strength. I believe that when the body is strong, the mind thinks strong thoughts. Time spent away from the Iron makes my mind degenerate. I wallow in a thick depression. My body shuts down my mind.

    The Iron is the best antidepressant I have ever found. There is no better way to fight weakness than with strength. Once the mind and body have been awakened to their true potential, it's impossible to turn back.

    The Iron never lies to you. You can walk outside and listen to all kinds of talk, get told that you're a god or a total bastard. The Iron will always kick you the real deal. The Iron is the great reference point, the all-knowing perspective giver. Always there like a beacon in the pitch black. I have found the Iron to be my greatest friend. It never freaks out on me, never runs. Friends may come and go. But two hundred pounds is always two hundred pounds.
     
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    You can shove your Prozac, your Xanax, your meditation, your Dr. Phil, the equally sophomoric Secret, your comfort food, and your whining. Instead, take this pill, the one that weighs 45 pounds and is made of solid iron. It won't sedate you and it definitely won't deaden your feelings, but it'll flatten that thing gnawing on your soul. Got soul sickness? Got downright despair? Got run-of-the-mill blues? Strap on the headphones, turn up the volume, and grip, rip, and hoist. Feel the satisfaction of moving things that to most are unmovable. Shake the sweat off your head and brow and baptize all those damn unbelievers with your own holy water.
     
  16. :bowdown: :bowdown: :bowdown: :bowdown: :bowdown: :bowdown: :bowdown: :bowdown::bowdown: :bowdown:
     
  17. Uglybob69

    Uglybob69 I miss beer.

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    Fucking a, I'm a completely different person when I'm training than when I'm not
     
  18. MaineSucks

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    "This sport is about two things, and test is both of them"

    Wendler
     
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    I don't give a flying flip about your PR unless you're a powerlifter or strength athlete who makes a living at it. You're fat, you're going to die of something caused by or exacerbated by your fatnness, your goal is fat loss, so what's up with the "I bench XYZ."

    The kicker is that their bench is going to suffer. Why? Because 1) a strict fat loss diet isn't usually conducive to setting PRs. 2) If you drop 40 pounds, your chest and back are going to be leaner and thus bar travel will increase!

    Not many people think about the latter point. Good powerlifting coaches even teach you to bunch up the muscle and fat on your back so you'll shorten the range of motion of the bench press. Less fat = more bar travel = a smaller bench press.

    Of course, less fat also = longer life and more athletic sex with better quality women.

    But what else happens as you drop that 40 pounds of worthless lard? Your pull-ups increase. Your dipping "strength" goes up. You can walk upstairs without huffing and puffing.

    Too bad powerlifting doesn't have a pull-up event. We might see fewer wheezing land whales who won't ever meet their grandkids.









    dude you're a 180 fucking pounds. stop worrying so much about minor shit.


    ohhhhh look big words. CNS adaptation... metabolic disruption. Christ Almighty. You think Kaz based his training on whether or not his CNS was adapted to some certain movement? You think Arnold worried about the metabolic disruption from changing sets and reps? No. they lifted heavy shit for as many reps as they could. then they put more weight on and lifted it for as many reps as possible. they ate. they slept. They did conditioning/cardio when necessary. This process was repeated until desired results came.
     
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    -MaineSucks
     
  22. I need to make that my computer desktop...bad ass quote.
     
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    it is. on the real, first time i read it, i choked up a lil.
     
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    Comfort food FTMFW!
     
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