[quote]devawn wrote:
1.50??? not even when they were in season did they get that cheap here! i’m outraged![/quote]
there’s an awesome local farmers market stand on my way to work… they sell full, rounded top pints for $4. they think im insane. 3 pints again today? yes. yes ma’am.
deja- I eat them one at a time. they’re my favoritest fruit ever. my happiest meal would be fillet, spinach, macadamia nuts, and raspberries. and jim for dessert.
I’m blown away by your pullups. Added weight?! That’s awesome!
I’m curious, when you do your glute ham raises, are you repping them out? I can barely do negatives. And if I try to go forward and back, I only go down a few degrees. Then my hammies feel like they’re about to rip out of my legs.
Hope you don’t mind me crashing your journal 
I mean, you could always tell me to GTFO, but I’d still lurk. Just sayin’.
ohhhh raspberries! I love, love LOVE raspberries. The are my favorite fruit, ever. I buy them by the flat at Costcowhen they have them. MMMMMM.
Oh. Good lifting, too.
Don’t worry, MMGALB. We love her around here,too! Look around–we have about eerything in this thread you could possibly want. An antique mahogany bar, completely stocked, woodfire pizza oven, beer cooler for the microbrews, ice cream freezer, humidor…and a half-nekkid cabana boy named Sven for mixing the drinks when the bartender is away! Hey Cbear, what do you think about putting in a hot tub for post-workout soaking?
Linette
Good work deloading, I keep saying I should deload but I never get around to it. Which of course is why I always feel like I’m dying when I leave the gym.
[quote]Chrysalis wrote:
ohhhh raspberries! I love, love LOVE raspberries. The are my favorite fruit, ever. I buy them by the flat at Costcowhen they have them. MMMMMM.
Oh. Good lifting, too.[/quote]
I lol’d.
[quote]
Don’t worry, MMGALB. We love her around here,too! Look around–we have about eerything in this thread you could possibly want. An antique mahogany bar, completely stocked, woodfire pizza oven, beer cooler for the microbrews, ice cream freezer, humidor…and a half-nekkid cabana boy named Sven for mixing the drinks when the bartender is away! Hey Cbear, what do you think about putting in a hot tub for post-workout soaking?
Linette[/quote]
You forgot the grill, but I’m not in charge of that, so I’ll let it slide. Molly, there’s also bison and PIE!!!
Hot tub. Who let us forget that? HONESTLY!!! Shall we send Sven to massage school as well?
Joe- thanks! yeah, i expect to feel like im dying when i leave the gym. it’s when i come home from work a night later and i seriously consider getting in a hot shower with my clothes on… because i can’t move enough to take them off. I never really took regular deloads until 5/3/1 but dammned if im gonna do this program half assed.
OK time for another CBear story. Juice cups? carpet squares? good. you’re gonna need those.
So I’m taking a rock climbing class. (don’t ask. it’ll make the story longer than it already is, and it really doesn’t matter.) It’s once a week, and most of the people in it can not do a pullup. Imagine my surprise that my fingertips are weak. Been working on that when I do grip work. anyway.
today, before practicing knots and belay, we did a teamwork building exercise. (keep in mind the class is an even mix of skinnyfat and thick) the one where you have fewer carpet squares than people, and you have to figure out how to get from one side of the room to the other. Each time a foot or a body part touches the floor, you lose a carpet square.
As self appointed leader, Im on the first square. We lost two squares to fucktards not paying attention to where they were stepping. It’s at this point I choose to hoist a skinnyfat woman onto my piggyback. (deja, get a mop.) where she had to stay for the rest of the game. It’s at this point I ORDER everyone to take off their shoes. Saves us at least a much needed inch.
Another fucktard loses their balance in a transition from one square to the other, and I order hugging on all squares to promote stability. (keep in mind, i still have this cunt on my back)
Another toe down. I threaten to throw the cunt on my back at the next piece of shit who steps off a square. I didnt really say cunt, but I did say piece of shit.
So now we decide that the thicker stronger of the chunky guys should don a skinnyfat wench of his own. As he bends over, one foot on each square, ready to be mounted, one of the skinny fat pricks thinks that NOW will be a good opportunity to step behind Chunk in an attempt to progress to the next square.
Sadly, skinny fat prick is in a pickle. He can’t get across, and the second skinnyfat cunt can’t make her way onto Chunk’s back. The only option left? Skinnyfat Prick has to mount Chunk. He hesitates. I announce that it’s his penalty for not paying attention, and that if he fails to pay attention in the future, he could kill somebody.
With a look of utter despair, Skinnfat Prick hops onto Chunk’s back. I take this opportunity to put on my false sincerity voice and say, “AWWWW. Look! We’re going Greek.” And I peek through the wall of people in front of me to make eye contact with, and wink at, my instructor. Who doubled over laughing.
At the “end” of class, I walk up to the instructor to announce that I have to leave for work, and that I’ll do my best to rearrange my schedule in the future so that I don’t have to leave until later. He tells me he wants me to work for him/the university, that I have awesome leadership skills, and a great sense of humor. I’d fit right in.
I told him ass kissing will get him everywhere, and he said, well, not with some people. I said “yeah, but only if they’re Catholic.” He told me he didn’t have a comeback for that, and he didn’t remember the last time someone rendered him speechless.
So it was a good day. Even if I don’t end up working for him, I see this being a magnificent source of entertainment.
I’m left wondering two things: did your team win and what the heck sort of job were you being offered?
P.S. Good job on not saying “cunt”. Admirable restraint.
i’m guessing they all “win” in stuff like that. puke!
a true leader woulda put old chuck on her back.
score!!
i’m wondering why we have to move to the daycare room for stories?? i think that one woulda been fine out here at the bar. we promise to cut the small talk and listen when ya clear ur throat.
anyways real life piggybackin. love it. that’s the way i get most of my job offers too.
[quote]dejavued wrote:
i’m guessing they all “win” in stuff like that. puke!
. It’s at this point I choose to hoist a skinnyfat woman onto my piggyback. (deja, get a mop.) where she had to stay for the rest of the game.
a true leader woulda put old chuck on her back.
Skinnyfat Prick has to mount Chunk.
score!!
i’m wondering why we have to move to the daycare room for stories?? i think that one woulda been fine out here at the bar. we promise to cut the small talk and listen when ya clear ur throat.
anyways real life piggybackin. love it. that’s the way i get most of my job offers too.
[/quote]
you dont have to go to the daycare room for stories. I was picturing a gathering on the patio at the bar, with the men near the grill, pretending not to listen but commenting occasionally.
actually, we all lost. it was one team, competition against the instructor. if he felt we were doing too well, he’d take away a square. if he felt generous, he’d ask us a riddle, and if we got the answer, we’d get another square.
the job would be as his administrative assistant, whatevs they call it, and would entail helping out with any of the sports activities on campus. (he’s head of the rec department at our branch.) sooo, it would be fun, but i dunno what the work load would entail. waiting on an email.
At the beginning of that class, as he (Dave) called the group together and to attention, right after he announced that we were about to get started, one of the fat pricks said, “hey before you start, do you mind if I go grab a danish?” Dave says, “are you serious? you want to grab a danish? like, the food?”
guy goes, “yeah.”
-“do you have enough for the rest of us?”
“no”
-“well then sit down and listen you greedy fatass, and next time, bring enough to share.”
I like the way this guy thinks. A lot.
Sounds like a match made in heaven!!!
Congrats on the job.
And funny story.
Wow great story baby I don’t think i have ever typed that much even in college 
[quote]CBear84 wrote:
OK time for another CBear story. Juice cups? carpet squares? good. you’re gonna need those.
So I’m taking a rock climbing class. (don’t ask. it’ll make the story longer than it already is, and it really doesn’t matter.) It’s once a week, and most of the people in it can not do a pullup. Imagine my surprise that my fingertips are weak. Been working on that when I do grip work. anyway.
today, before practicing knots and belay, we did a teamwork building exercise. (keep in mind the class is an even mix of skinnyfat and thick) the one where you have fewer carpet squares than people, and you have to figure out how to get from one side of the room to the other. Each time a foot or a body part touches the floor, you lose a carpet square.
As self appointed leader, Im on the first square. We lost two squares to fucktards not paying attention to where they were stepping. It’s at this point I choose to hoist a skinnyfat woman onto my piggyback. (deja, get a mop.) where she had to stay for the rest of the game. It’s at this point I ORDER everyone to take off their shoes. Saves us at least a much needed inch.
Another fucktard loses their balance in a transition from one square to the other, and I order hugging on all squares to promote stability. (keep in mind, i still have this cunt on my back)
Another toe down. I threaten to throw the cunt on my back at the next piece of shit who steps off a square. I didnt really say cunt, but I did say piece of shit.
So now we decide that the thicker stronger of the chunky guys should don a skinnyfat wench of his own. As he bends over, one foot on each square, ready to be mounted, one of the skinny fat pricks thinks that NOW will be a good opportunity to step behind Chunk in an attempt to progress to the next square.
Sadly, skinny fat prick is in a pickle. He can’t get across, and the second skinnyfat cunt can’t make her way onto Chunk’s back. The only option left? Skinnyfat Prick has to mount Chunk. He hesitates. I announce that it’s his penalty for not paying attention, and that if he fails to pay attention in the future, he could kill somebody.
With a look of utter despair, Skinnfat Prick hops onto Chunk’s back. I take this opportunity to put on my false sincerity voice and say, “AWWWW. Look! We’re going Greek.” And I peek through the wall of people in front of me to make eye contact with, and wink at, my instructor. Who doubled over laughing.
At the “end” of class, I walk up to the instructor to announce that I have to leave for work, and that I’ll do my best to rearrange my schedule in the future so that I don’t have to leave until later. He tells me he wants me to work for him/the university, that I have awesome leadership skills, and a great sense of humor. I’d fit right in.
I told him ass kissing will get him everywhere, and he said, well, not with some people. I said “yeah, but only if they’re Catholic.” He told me he didn’t have a comeback for that, and he didn’t remember the last time someone rendered him speechless.
So it was a good day. Even if I don’t end up working for him, I see this being a magnificent source of entertainment. [/quote]
I have started a training log. It should be very interesting I am making
some major changes from what I have done in the past.
Feel free to stop by and say hi
[quote]squat1000b700 wrote:
I have started a training log. It should be very interesting I am making
some major changes from what I have done in the past.
Feel free to stop by and say hi
and
[quote] squat1000b700 wrote:
Wow great story baby I don’t think i have ever typed that much even in college [/quote]
you need a bigger juice cup next time.
just in case anyone missed it, please meet my Jim.
Went to the gym for my bp deload. woohoo.
warmup
worked on form and pauses
barx6
65x6
85x6
(95x15)x3
db floor presses, 60, 60, 60, x 15
superset with
1 arm upright cable rows, 50, 50, 50 x10
notes:
saw a guy I went to highschool with deadlifting. decent form, 205, high rep.
last time I saw him in there he was helping a friend front squat. The guy i know (mike) was going below parallel (holy shit) with 185. his friend was ROMing about 8 inches, I suggested a box. He decided it was a good idea. First set friend does, bar wobbles like hell bc he doesnt set up properly, and one of the plates slides about 6 inches from the ring. As disaster flashes before my eyes I shout, “STOP! STOP! RERACK!” and the guy looks at me. Doesnt rerack. I slid the plate back into place, and they put cuffs on for the next set. No “thank you”.
So today I thought about telling mike that his shoulders were in front of the bar and he could get more posterior chain involvement with his shoes off, but I decided not to.
It is wrong to covet your deload as my new PRs??? I thought not.
mike’s loss.
[quote]kimbakimba wrote:
It is wrong to covet your deload as my new PRs??? I thought not.[/quote]
LOL! In a way, just bc we’re different people… but, you’re smaller than I am! I’ll make fun of you only if you give up or stall!
maybe next time I’ll give him a detailed explanation with demo. Just to try to make him feel bad. Yes, that’s wrong. Im ok with that.
[quote]CBear84 wrote:
squat1000b700 wrote:
I have started a training log. It should be very interesting I am making
some major changes from what I have done in the past.
Feel free to stop by and say hi
and
squat1000b700 wrote:
Wow great story baby I don’t think i have ever typed that much even in college
you need a bigger juice cup next time.
just in case anyone missed it, please meet my Jim.[/quote]
holy cow OMG! you better hang on to him, way to go!!!
We saw a guy on the subway today wearing Vibram Fivefingers and I thought of you and had to tell you as soon as we got home. Considering it’s in the high 30s, I don’t think that was a wise choice of footwear.
[quote]Grneyes wrote:
We saw a guy on the subway today wearing Vibram Fivefingers and I thought of you and had to tell you as soon as we got home. Considering it’s in the high 30s, I don’t think that was a wise choice of footwear.[/quote]
For a short trip, the cold is fine. It’s when you step in a puddle bc you didnt know it was gonna rain that life gets really ucky.
awww, you thought of me and had to tell me! i soooo got u hooked on cbear.
oh, and for deja, kimba and arachne…
