Hello friends,
So, LWBAM is something that affects me in my everyday routine. Oh, btw, I just got done pumping iron again. I worked in some new lifts that I made up. I've never seen them incorporated in a gym setting before, but as you, fellow reader, will come to find out, I don't give away many of my secrets. I'm listening to some sweet tunes as I type this, (anything to keep the blood flowing is a good thing for me.) So I decided to discuss with you some of the problems that I encounter throughout my day LWBAM. At a glance, one might not think I have many issues, but I do. For example, last night I awoke at 4am because I was having trouble breathing. I was on my stomach, and my face was in my biceps. I was being suffocated by my giant biceps! That is one reason I never fall asleep on my stomach. Sometimes, I have trouble getting shirts on. I mean, they look fine on my muscular body, but I have had to turn many of my favorite polo shirts into tank tops after ripping the sleeves as I picked up my backpack or held the door open for an elderly lady. Just this morning, I was about five minutes late for my class, and I was rushing to get into the room. I opened the door, and I felt like poor young Hercules after his destructive game of frisbee. I swung open the door apparently a bit too hard, causing a tennis ball size hole in the wall of my classroom. I just can't get a break! I saw some kids hiding smirks and giggles, but I ignored them. Everyone knows that they just want you to react. After that incident, I decided to go back to my room to get in a few reps before my next class. Any spare time I have, I feel like I need to have something heavy in my hand, completing repetitive curls. More than once I have borrowed backpacks, end tables, and the occasional love-seat to curb my hunger for hypertrophy. Once you get bitten by the iron bug, it stays with you forever. Which reminds me... sometimes people try to see me flex. I don't try to let them, but they have their tricks. For instance, lunchtime is a time I have to be careful. Holding a lunch tray places one's arms in a naturally flexed position, and as soon as I pick up my lunch tray, I avoid this problem by holding it between my legs. Two or three times bright flashes have gone off as I got my lunch. Someone told me it was just lightning...but it was winter. Whatever. Those kind of things come with the territory.
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Friday, April 19, 2013
Thursday, April 18, 2013
Swelling Up
Hello Friends,
Well today, I decided to google some youtube videos to give the old bi's and tri's a sweat inducing workout. I found a suitable one, and soon the sound of metal plates hitting against one another echoed throughout my room. After some much needed hammer curls and isolated bicep curls, I decided to finish it off with a protein shake. As Arnold Swarthzgginarger once said "You can never have too much hypertrophy!" That man is my hero. I usually enjoy working out in the privacy of my room, because usually when I hit the gym, nobody gets anything done. They all just stop what they're doing and watch me. So for the sake of their own health, I decided to become what I like to call, a "hermit lifter." Most people don't know about my obsession with fitness and the muscular system of my own body. The few times that I venture outside of my dwelling, I have people asking me "How are your arms so big??" and "Dang brotha, you got some sick pipes!" and the occasional "Can I just kiss your bicep? Just one kiss, I won't even ask for a picture."
There's nothing wrong with that, but it gets old after a while. People ask me what my secret is. Is it genetics? Is it a special program I do? Were you always able to support St. Bernards on your biceps? And I tell them that I have no idea what I did to deserve this. The Good Lord blesses some people with children; He blessed me with big biceps. LWBAM is hard, but I have found my niche.
Shoutout to my followers from Deutshland! Ich begrüße Sie zu den Staaten!
Well today, I decided to google some youtube videos to give the old bi's and tri's a sweat inducing workout. I found a suitable one, and soon the sound of metal plates hitting against one another echoed throughout my room. After some much needed hammer curls and isolated bicep curls, I decided to finish it off with a protein shake. As Arnold Swarthzgginarger once said "You can never have too much hypertrophy!" That man is my hero. I usually enjoy working out in the privacy of my room, because usually when I hit the gym, nobody gets anything done. They all just stop what they're doing and watch me. So for the sake of their own health, I decided to become what I like to call, a "hermit lifter." Most people don't know about my obsession with fitness and the muscular system of my own body. The few times that I venture outside of my dwelling, I have people asking me "How are your arms so big??" and "Dang brotha, you got some sick pipes!" and the occasional "Can I just kiss your bicep? Just one kiss, I won't even ask for a picture."
There's nothing wrong with that, but it gets old after a while. People ask me what my secret is. Is it genetics? Is it a special program I do? Were you always able to support St. Bernards on your biceps? And I tell them that I have no idea what I did to deserve this. The Good Lord blesses some people with children; He blessed me with big biceps. LWBAM is hard, but I have found my niche.
Shoutout to my followers from Deutshland! Ich begrüße Sie zu den Staaten!
Setting Sail
So this is my blog about life with big arm muscles. I have found that my day to day routine is greatly affected by my arm muscles, and sometimes they get me into trouble! But that's ok. Come join me as I travel through this world, Living with Big Arm Muscles (LBAM)
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