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I had a buddy named Jimmy that looked kinda like Pual Anderson. He had the biggest joint structure you can imagine and was thyroid "challenged" In fact I'm not even sure he had a thyroid. No, he didn't eat very healthy, and what little he did eat was shit and went to fat, but he had a pretty girlfriend and it didn't seem to bother him much that he was fat. And did I mention strong? With ZERO training, Jimmy could bench 465, and squat 650.
Jimmy pissed off some law enforcement officials and they sent him to county for a couple of months to think about the error of his ways. This gave Jimmy a little time to play with the weights and by the time he got out he was benching in the low 500's and squatting almost 750. And this was eating junk jail food. And his training.....well let's just say Jimmy didn't know shit about training. he never read one single book on lifting, nor hung out with any experienced lifters except for me, and I never told him shit about training because Jimmy said he didn't need to know anything about it except how much weight was on the bar. He did whatever he felt like when he went to the gym.
Jimmy and a few friends rode out to my place on their bikes (Harleys) one day as I was squatting. Jimmy casually suggested I put a little weight on the bar instead of the "girl" weights I was using. We loaded the bar to 615 and Jimmy blew out an EASY triple with no warm-ups and no belt or wraps or any support gear (BTW the poundages listed above were all done the same way except he did warmups for them). He then did 675 and said he would do more but didn't feel like warming-up. Everyone immediately started asking Jimmy how he trained and of course he told them when he did train he did 4-5 sets of 4 or 5 different lifts a bodypart, and basically laid out a volume extreme routine. When I explained to them that that kind of a routine was likely to fail them, one of them countered me, stating he didn't see me just squatting 675. He then asked me what I knew about lifting as Jimmy could obviously blow me away squatting. I told him I trained a lot of people, and then took off the loose fitting sweatshirt I was wearing. It shut him up, but he still went back to asking Jimmy about how to get so strong.
The moral of the story is: Be careful about where you get your training advice. The biggest, or strongest guy in the gym, or in the magazines is likely (though definately not in all cases) to NOT be your best bet for information if you are a genetically typical trainee.
Iron Addict
Jimmy pissed off some law enforcement officials and they sent him to county for a couple of months to think about the error of his ways. This gave Jimmy a little time to play with the weights and by the time he got out he was benching in the low 500's and squatting almost 750. And this was eating junk jail food. And his training.....well let's just say Jimmy didn't know shit about training. he never read one single book on lifting, nor hung out with any experienced lifters except for me, and I never told him shit about training because Jimmy said he didn't need to know anything about it except how much weight was on the bar. He did whatever he felt like when he went to the gym.
Jimmy and a few friends rode out to my place on their bikes (Harleys) one day as I was squatting. Jimmy casually suggested I put a little weight on the bar instead of the "girl" weights I was using. We loaded the bar to 615 and Jimmy blew out an EASY triple with no warm-ups and no belt or wraps or any support gear (BTW the poundages listed above were all done the same way except he did warmups for them). He then did 675 and said he would do more but didn't feel like warming-up. Everyone immediately started asking Jimmy how he trained and of course he told them when he did train he did 4-5 sets of 4 or 5 different lifts a bodypart, and basically laid out a volume extreme routine. When I explained to them that that kind of a routine was likely to fail them, one of them countered me, stating he didn't see me just squatting 675. He then asked me what I knew about lifting as Jimmy could obviously blow me away squatting. I told him I trained a lot of people, and then took off the loose fitting sweatshirt I was wearing. It shut him up, but he still went back to asking Jimmy about how to get so strong.
The moral of the story is: Be careful about where you get your training advice. The biggest, or strongest guy in the gym, or in the magazines is likely (though definately not in all cases) to NOT be your best bet for information if you are a genetically typical trainee.
Iron Addict
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