no shame in changing up your meet times …or not doin em when you don’t feel like it for …well any reason 
AND UM…you just tripled your dl max 
WORD!!! You have so much more in you–readily accessable !!
[quote]CBear84 wrote:
[quote]ThePerfectDrug wrote:
[quote]CBear84 wrote:
boots- yes, i do em with a db btwn my feet when i do em. i dont do it enough, akshually.
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ffffing hard! you go for 5 sets of 12 too? tell me your max weight/reps so I have something to aspire too. k?[/quote]
i cheat and go knees bent instead of knees straight. :-/
hold a chin (underhand, chin above bar) and use a 20lb db for sets of 10.
wait u makin funnah meh? [/quote]
lol, no you self conscious tart!!
omg I go bent knees with body weight ALL THE TIME!!!
that’s CHEATING!! ???
ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGHHHHHH
but i use a triangle bar thing and throw it up over the cable bar thing…ok. I’ll start with trying a chin grip and straight legs. hopefully my uterus falls out and i grow a large, detacheable penis. thank you.
kimbah- and i thought i was a ninja! pouty face yes, even with a potty mouth cal brings the euroclass to my smutty corner of the compound. I like it.
brute- no shame 'round here at all. i even checked the inventory in the computer… none. HA! I like to believe i have more in me… i got my eye on 405.
bootsie- not self consious, i just didnt get the joke if you were. bent knees is kinda cheating, depending on who you talk to. i completely endorse bent knee but specify bc i’m pretty sure straight leg is harder. Maybe your uterus wont fall out. maybe it’ll just prolapse and fill with matter and you’ll have a penuterus. then u can go around slapping bitches in the face with it.
TEAM Slapabitch!!
[quote]ThePerfectDrug wrote:
but i use a triangle bar thing and throw it up over the cable bar thing…ok. I’ll start with trying a chin grip and straight legs. hopefully my uterus falls out and i grow a large, detacheable penis. thank you.[/quote]
Trying this today. Only because my uterus and I have been fighting a lot lately. She’s such a total bitch and needs to go away. First she consistently peaces out early, now she just won’t fucking go away. There’s about a .000001% chance she’s decided to stick around harbor a little mass of terrorist cells (not saying impossible because that cunt might hear and be like “challenge accepted”). So there’s really no major concern other than that she’s totally messing with my need for everything to be regular and predictable. UGGGH
[quote]buckeye girl wrote:
[quote]ThePerfectDrug wrote:
but i use a triangle bar thing and throw it up over the cable bar thing…ok. I’ll start with trying a chin grip and straight legs. hopefully my uterus falls out and i grow a large, detacheable penis. thank you.[/quote]
Trying this today. Only because my uterus and I have been fighting a lot lately. She’s such a total bitch and needs to go away. First she consistently peaces out early, now she just won’t fucking go away. There’s about a .000001% chance she’s decided to stick around harbor a little mass of terrorist cells (not saying impossible because that cunt might hear and be like “challenge accepted”). So there’s really no major concern other than that she’s totally messing with my need for everything to be regular and predictable. UGGGH[/quote]
lol. I HATE your uterus! let me know how it goes… if all else fails I can send you my special coat hanger.
dec. 4. I’m there.
n- don’t tease me.
bg- want me to kick ya in the abdomen a few times? i can keep goin till ya bleed. 
I’m feeling nomadic, and im not sure i like it. left my apt wednesday morning and i wont get back until monday night. been to see galileo and the bar he’s helped to re-open (amazing!), now in another part of KY to be here for the meet i cant lift in but already paid for the fucking hotel. not still bitter about that foul-up… nooo…
so i dont HAVE to go far until sunday night at least, when i head back home.
part of me wants to just hole up and not tell any of the other lifters im here and show up in the AM like haaaaay!
i need a shower. i smell like an amazing decision.
Dec 4th, am planning on being there too. Not lifting, but wanting to…
back in ohio and have a few more things to finish up tonight/ tomorrow before class, and after class i can go home.
i’ll update/recap the weekend while i’m sitting in my first class tomorrow, fighting the urge to shake the shit out of every single one of my 25 classmates/ stay awake.
[quote]CBear84 wrote:
i need a shower. i smell like an amazing decision. [/quote]
poetry.
alright. long post is LONG.
summary first- I love my sport, and I’m privileged to lift with and know some amazing people- both incredibly strong and exceptional human beings. I got to watch awesome people be very strong, got to talk to awesome people who weren’t lifting, and get all kinds of motivated for life- not just lifting.
in chronologicalish order-
WEDNESDAY- left the house early (11am instead of 12p) to go to a meeting with an instructor, then class till 530, then to jasons apt.
THURSDAY- from jasons apt to class from 130-530, then to lexington ky to be at the soft opening for Galileo’s new bar. remodeled/ reopened/ under new management. it’s amazing. for as long as ive been drinking and as many bars as i’ve been in, this place is huge, gorgeous, and has the potential to do VERY well. typical of any opening night, problems and inconsistencies were discovered- but nothing that you wouldnt know unless you knew.
FRIDAY- (part A)slept in, went to breakfast with Galileo then some shopping around. office supply store and bulk purchase store for him, old navy and discount shoes for me. i must say, im growing more partial to old navy’s workout stuff… reasonably priced and flattering, if you can find something that doesn’t make you look like a hazard sign or baby vomit. grey/ black FTW!! had a generally relaxing day, and it made me wish i had more time to spend with my friend. reminded me that i need to stop the ratrace shitshow i have going on and once in awhile just take time for me. work hard, play hard, hard downtime… instead of trying to do all 3 at the same time and just squeaking by. something i know, but need a kick in the pants. i also need to schedule a visit with Galileo for more than just one day… i deserve that.
(part B) left G’s and drove north to get to covington for the proam. if i hadnt already paid for the motherfucking hotel room, i wouldve stayed with G another day and for the REAL opening night. and what happened next made me wish i had.
checked into the hotel, carried my shit up to my room, and found out that there is no fridge OR microwave. what the FUCK? i thought every decent hotel had that now! even the murder scene bedbug ridden shithole in the ghetto for last years proam had a fridge and a microwave. oh well. got creative with the cooler, figured i’d find a grocery (im in a real city… grocery has to be close, rite?) and get stuff that i could eat and keep cold. I’m by myself at this point, bc jason had to work friday and wouldnt be down till sat or sun.
(part C) so i bust out the googlez and the mapquest to find out that the hotel has complimentary wifi for ONE DAY. with a motherfucking COUNTDOWN CLOCK. this is AFTER i had to put in my real whole name and room number, and read the agreement.
goddamn stingy, picky twunts.
grabbing my trusty no-fail directions i head for the most navigationally foolproof grocery, Kroger. you may not have those in your area but i HATE them. i worked for one (pharmacy) in which i was forced to be in a union, and when i got fucked and fired, the union rep did nothing to help me. still bitter about that. (other people have good experiences with unions… and bad… but that rep that time fucked me. not in the good way) on top of all that, they’re stoopid expensive.
90 seconds into an allegedly 5 minute trip i encounter construction and detours. which, in any normal city would be fine. but covington’s street signs were written by a 5 year old with a crayon, 30 years ago, and were placed by the same 5 year old- means the signs may or may not be somewere close to and within eyesight of the appropriate intersection. some of the detour signs were 3 feet apart, some were far enough away that i wondered if they’d been stolen or forgotten.
I left the hotel at about 830. i got to the grocery at about 915. mapquest said it’s 1.55 miles away from the hotel.
so i do my shopping and leave… carefully… bc i had already found all of the WRONG parts of covington on my “way” there… places i didnt even want to stop at the signs.
between trying to follow the detour and find my way back using street signs i couldnt see and detours i couldnt follow, avoiding hitting pedestrians, going the speed limit, tight turns, and other cars… at some point i took a wrong turn with nowhere to turn around, and ended up on the bridge to and in Cincinnati.
MOTHER FUCK you’ve got to be KIDDING me. I can’t even stay in the correct STATE?! txting with jason at this point is minimal- he cant do anything to help and there’s nothing he can say to make me feel better. i <3 him for his patience with my temper.
got back to the hotel around 10ish i think… and started on the beer i knew i would need that i’d gotten at the grocery.
SATURDAY- (part A)woke up after not much sleep and probably still drunk to find out that jason had arrived and was at the door to the room… so i peeked out and finally opened the door to see that he definitely was NOT outside the room i was in. he’d gone to the wrong hotel but correct room number- and had been kicking, punching, and yelling through the door of some other poor fucker’s room. much lolz and surprise that hotel security didn’t get to him before we realized what happened and he left.
(part B) the meet- Jesse can do whatever he wants, it’s his federation. It took about 3 minutes of me being there to realize how glad I am that I didnt get into that meet. Judging was not only inconsistent, but Jesse was throwing reds for depth FROM THE FRONT. Not cool in my book, and Stevie G bombed out of his second real meet because of it- in front of his parents and younger siblings, who had driven from IN to see him lift. He took it well, and i gave him my opinion- he didn’t bomb bc he wasn’t strong enough, or because he fucked up, or bc he hurt, or any other personal reason. judging always has the potential to be stupid and it caught him this time.
on the flip side of that, Chad Smith impressed the red off my hair with his lifting. walked out his squats, way below parallel, fast as a bunny on crack being chased by a pitbull. RAW. im not one who thinks gear is cheating, but raw is a set of skills i can appreciate more bc i find it more true to the spirit of why i like powerlifting. watch.
did much bopping around talking to lots of people, spent a lot of time with Diel and his little boy (who is SO cute. and smart. hes a toddler and when i was asking him about his favorite dinosaurs, he used the word “predator” correctly and with enunciation. good genetics.), then i found out Tate showed up and had much of a navigation problem also… with much more high tech equipment at his disposal in phone and dashboard. so i drive raw and he drives in multiply and both of us bombed… it was funny in my head.
got to see Molly G (love her more every time i see her. someone i wish i had more time with), meet Nia Shanks and a couple other girls with them whose names i dont remember. really nice girls, & they were super excited that they’d gotten to lift @ laura’s gym the day before and had some hilarious/impressive videos to share. If you follow Nia at all or remember her from here… shes TINY in real life. i recognized her as i was being introduced and im pretty sure i said “holy shit you’re small” instead of “hi there, nice to meet you, too!” i’m classy like that. and she’d deadlifted 330 the day before. (cheater sumo
(part C) dinner at a pizza place with Zane and his GORGEOUS gf in our booth, lotsa other EFSers at other tables, good times by all.
SUNDAY- (fuck, im starting to get tired of typing.)
(part A)- i slept in. a lot. got up with enough time to shower, wash my hair, put on makeup, pack and check out by noon. sadface i didnt get to hang out poolside. still got to the meet before squats were over.
many many strong people lifting and doing well. the results are all over the interwebz so i wont bother you with those, but i will say that the judging was MUCH tighter and respectable.
(part B) the incident-
I didn’t see it happen, bc i was sitting in the back talking to lil stevie g. I still don’t know who it was. I saw the bar with ~500lbs on it drop, i saw the spotters not catch it, and i saw the spotters not pull it off of him fast enough. I heard him scream, I heard a few women scream/gasp, and a few men curse. I counted the next scream/ gasp/ moans that came from the lifter, and i saw that he wasn’t moving, and that the crowd around him was too quiet. scanned the rest of the room to see that no emergency personnel were on staff, and that the crowd around the lifter wasnt moving enough, or stripping weight from the bar to open up the space.
i had already waited too long for my preference, so i ran.
i saw that the shirt was still on, and asked wade if i needed to make the call, he said he didnt know and i heard a hotel staff worker making the call already. i didn’t see broken skin.
i saw someone with the scissors on a swiss army knife hacking and gnawing at the restrictive fabric, and i kept hearing the moans.
two people yelled suggestions to stand him up. and if i ever find out who they are, i will make sure that they leave the room on a stretcher.
i yelled to keep him and his head still, and handed over the kobalt utility knife that (much to jasons humor) i almost always keep on my hip, and the shirt was split seconds later. i heard that the squad was gonna come through the front doors, and turned around to see people filling the aisle between folding chairs and tables in front of the center double doors. i cleared both, then stood and waited with everyone else.
emergency servies came quickly, and after another few moments, the lifter walked out on his own but surrounded with professionals, followed by his family and belongings to be evaluated at the hospital.
this isn’t to claim that i am a hero or did the most to help… it’s that i was/am surprised at how much i can think/do during intense situations.
(part C)- the rest- benching finished with a few extra spotters for each lifter and deadlifting finished in blazes of fiery records. out to dinner with a few of the big boys and had to cut out early so i could drive back to jasons, final week of classes for the short summer term and i couldn’t miss- also had to write a quick essay. sadface i couldnt hang out and drink more! i was definitely hitting on Brian Carroll’s wife. she’s gorgeous and has an AMAZING ass, in addition to being a sweetheart.
today- im tired. came home to remember that my apartment is trashed and opened my first beer before i had set down all of my bags. been doing laundry/ picking up/ drinking/ interwebzing ever since.
I think that’s all but i’ll stop now and tell more later if i’ve forgotten anything.
/epic post.
damn women, you can write a book. lol. hope the guy is all right. busted rib maybe? one thing that pisses me off is seeing pencil neck fucks spotting. last meet where I got injured, I helped out spotting. good thing I did, as a guys shirt stitch broke (im scratching my head on that one…) with 600+. sounds like you had a blast though. hope to make it down in a couple of years to either compete, or be amazed at the weight put up.
I bet the lifter was glad to have someone with sense come to his aid. Good stuff, Bear. As I’ve said before, you have a good head on you.
As far as the judging goes, I guess the sprained ankle turned out to be a blessing in disguise. I hope your December meet turns out to be a lot better.
Now go get some rest.
That’s quite an adventure!
I always end up taking wrong turns while driving. One way bridge to somewhere I don’t want to go? Done that at least twice by now.
sounds like you had fun
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that guy was Jason Davis and yep it was a broken rib and he’s doing well. I.bet be appreciated you taking charge.
[quote]lil power wrote:
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that guy was Jason Davis and yep it was a broken rib and he’s doing well. I.bet be appreciated you taking charge.[/quote]
EGAD! really not trying to make it seem like i did more than i did… i’m ok with it if he never even knows i was there.
it was just another situation where i was on all instinct alert help mode- must HELP must DO must GO must HELP must DO.
i wonder if that’s what herding dogs/ other service dogs go through.
in other news, gonna go lift tomorrow, then the weekend with jason and his nuggets.
oh lifting… i remember when i did that… i should do that more often. i used to really like it when i did it…
facepalm
oh and one more thing-
did some double checking, and graduation for autumn quarter is the sunday AFTER my meet. i still may or may not go to the ceremony, but still planning on the shitshow in cinci.
You done good. Keeping one’s head in an emergency is rather a rare trait. I happen to be excellent at it, but there aren’t many of us who focus best in the midst of chaos and disaster.
Without GPS I am doomed at directions.
I think you should go to the ceremony. Just for the Bear in Cap & Gown pic. It would be epic.