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well, i skipped this step on signing up and went straight to posting and now feel like a jerk sooooo... lets get it over with.
BE FOREWARNED unless you got some spare time hit the back button before its too late. this is gonna be a long one.
got obsessed with lifting/bodybuilding in my early teens. dad had damn near a full gym in the garage and went straight to pounding the weights. i am blessed with the ability to quickly gain mass and strength. i stayed ahead of everyone in school in lifts. think i was pushing 275 in 10th grade on bench and then become a daddy. finished up my schooling at a school for fuck ups basically then after some college(was in gifted and talented throughout school) joined the marine corps 3 weeks before my 17th birthday (when your married with a kid they wave the age requirement)
the corps was fucking great, loved every second of it. continued to train and swell. base gyms are full of the absolute best equipment and was 1 block from my unit and 3 blocks from my base housing so lived in the gym. had trained religiously for 6 years then hit a plateau. after a year of frustration it finally occurred to me that i was 15 miles from mexico! finally worked up the balls jumped on some sus. did a horrible cycle (guided by a Mexican pharmacist that i trusted A little too much) followed by another and did get to 238 at 11%BF. im bout 5'6 1/2".
was standing in line for a bst one day and my left foot fell asleep. two weeks later i finally went to medical cause it was still asleep and that set up 6 months of test that eventually led to the discovery of a bulging disk (l5s1) in my back. when on active duty i ran 3-5 miles a day 5 days a week. while undergoing all these test and no running my back would be fine but after a few days of running and it would swell and be unbearable. the corps has no medical personnel, we use navy docs. well they wanted to cut me from chest to cock and go in and fuse my spine with pins screws and cages flip me over and repeat. now, i dont give a damn how good you are, you cant put all that shit back the way you found it. after 6 months of consideration and 3 death threats from uncles that had undergone the same exact surgery (ill be damned, genetics maybe??) i declined and was forced out of the corps (although i know it was the right decision i still to this day absolutely regret the hell out of it)
(THE DARK AGES)
well, got kicked out of the one thing i had ever truly loved, followed immediately by a divorce(uh probably has something to do with the before mentioned) lost my kiddos in the divorce, and then told i could never lift again. they said i could play with the weights but not "lift". well i lost all sense of identity, sense of self worth, dignity and pride and then the worse thing that could happen did.........
went on my first date after the divorce. got drunk as hell because of being so lost and uncomfortable since i had been with the same woman since the age of13. at 3 am drunk and needing to get home for work the next morning she threw some shit out on the table and said it would sober me up. she had seen my bottle of hydroxycut on my desk (had sold her a new Chevy the day before) and said it was the same thing. i was too drunk and unfamiliar with dope to see it for what it was. well, think you can figure the rest out by yourself. 5 years later i was 160pounds and literally begging for death or incarceration cause i thought that would be the only way it would stop. Christmas of 2006 was the breaking point or bottom as they call it. dont really want to speak of it, but was atrocious. thank god for n/a and a/a i cleaned up but fattened up too. not quite 2 years ago while watching a home video my wife had shot i realized how fat nasty and disgusting i had become. was back to 240 again with little to no muscle mass (the fucking dope had ate it all away)or would i be more honest to say that i had allowed it to. well, that pissed me the fuck off. have been back at it headfirst and in high gear since then and for the first time since 1998. i can finally look myself in the eye in the mirror. still a joke compared to my former glory however, i know that i am headed that way so am very pleased.
stayed out the gym for years cause the docs had told me that one wrong move and i was guaranteed a debilitating injury. funny and infuriating now that i see they were being very overly dramatic. the running and the resulting pounding on this disk was what was flaring it up. have minor discomfort and stiffness now and again but otherwise fully functional. so i have been VERY VERY slowly been reincorporating squats and deads back into my routine because if you aint squatin and deadin then you need to be at the fuckin spa, not the gym. back up to 315 for 12-15 on squat (still being extremely cautious with very strict form) and 405 on deads(yeah, little scared of this one too). truly odd that i can dead 405 for 6 reps but to bend over and tie my boots is times excruciating. all about angle, caution and knowledge (and a little luck im sure) want like hell to throw 500 on the bar and throw it across the room again but know that this is now about longevity and not a one time achievement. anyhow, thrilled to death to have a major part of my life back, 8 years into my second marriage and its never been better and blessed to have a site like this to learn and share, to prevent others from repeating my mistakes and the opportunity to learn from others mistakes.
btw, my back injury initially originated from trying to show off and pick up a cousin at a family reunion the was literally twice my size round 12 years old. got him up but my hips shot out and was bent at damn near a 90% angle with head over heels.
sorry guys, if any of you have made it this far but i believe we are now properly introduced. shoot for that last rep and when you cant get it, do two more
BE FOREWARNED unless you got some spare time hit the back button before its too late. this is gonna be a long one.
got obsessed with lifting/bodybuilding in my early teens. dad had damn near a full gym in the garage and went straight to pounding the weights. i am blessed with the ability to quickly gain mass and strength. i stayed ahead of everyone in school in lifts. think i was pushing 275 in 10th grade on bench and then become a daddy. finished up my schooling at a school for fuck ups basically then after some college(was in gifted and talented throughout school) joined the marine corps 3 weeks before my 17th birthday (when your married with a kid they wave the age requirement)
the corps was fucking great, loved every second of it. continued to train and swell. base gyms are full of the absolute best equipment and was 1 block from my unit and 3 blocks from my base housing so lived in the gym. had trained religiously for 6 years then hit a plateau. after a year of frustration it finally occurred to me that i was 15 miles from mexico! finally worked up the balls jumped on some sus. did a horrible cycle (guided by a Mexican pharmacist that i trusted A little too much) followed by another and did get to 238 at 11%BF. im bout 5'6 1/2".
was standing in line for a bst one day and my left foot fell asleep. two weeks later i finally went to medical cause it was still asleep and that set up 6 months of test that eventually led to the discovery of a bulging disk (l5s1) in my back. when on active duty i ran 3-5 miles a day 5 days a week. while undergoing all these test and no running my back would be fine but after a few days of running and it would swell and be unbearable. the corps has no medical personnel, we use navy docs. well they wanted to cut me from chest to cock and go in and fuse my spine with pins screws and cages flip me over and repeat. now, i dont give a damn how good you are, you cant put all that shit back the way you found it. after 6 months of consideration and 3 death threats from uncles that had undergone the same exact surgery (ill be damned, genetics maybe??) i declined and was forced out of the corps (although i know it was the right decision i still to this day absolutely regret the hell out of it)
(THE DARK AGES)
well, got kicked out of the one thing i had ever truly loved, followed immediately by a divorce(uh probably has something to do with the before mentioned) lost my kiddos in the divorce, and then told i could never lift again. they said i could play with the weights but not "lift". well i lost all sense of identity, sense of self worth, dignity and pride and then the worse thing that could happen did.........
went on my first date after the divorce. got drunk as hell because of being so lost and uncomfortable since i had been with the same woman since the age of13. at 3 am drunk and needing to get home for work the next morning she threw some shit out on the table and said it would sober me up. she had seen my bottle of hydroxycut on my desk (had sold her a new Chevy the day before) and said it was the same thing. i was too drunk and unfamiliar with dope to see it for what it was. well, think you can figure the rest out by yourself. 5 years later i was 160pounds and literally begging for death or incarceration cause i thought that would be the only way it would stop. Christmas of 2006 was the breaking point or bottom as they call it. dont really want to speak of it, but was atrocious. thank god for n/a and a/a i cleaned up but fattened up too. not quite 2 years ago while watching a home video my wife had shot i realized how fat nasty and disgusting i had become. was back to 240 again with little to no muscle mass (the fucking dope had ate it all away)or would i be more honest to say that i had allowed it to. well, that pissed me the fuck off. have been back at it headfirst and in high gear since then and for the first time since 1998. i can finally look myself in the eye in the mirror. still a joke compared to my former glory however, i know that i am headed that way so am very pleased.
stayed out the gym for years cause the docs had told me that one wrong move and i was guaranteed a debilitating injury. funny and infuriating now that i see they were being very overly dramatic. the running and the resulting pounding on this disk was what was flaring it up. have minor discomfort and stiffness now and again but otherwise fully functional. so i have been VERY VERY slowly been reincorporating squats and deads back into my routine because if you aint squatin and deadin then you need to be at the fuckin spa, not the gym. back up to 315 for 12-15 on squat (still being extremely cautious with very strict form) and 405 on deads(yeah, little scared of this one too). truly odd that i can dead 405 for 6 reps but to bend over and tie my boots is times excruciating. all about angle, caution and knowledge (and a little luck im sure) want like hell to throw 500 on the bar and throw it across the room again but know that this is now about longevity and not a one time achievement. anyhow, thrilled to death to have a major part of my life back, 8 years into my second marriage and its never been better and blessed to have a site like this to learn and share, to prevent others from repeating my mistakes and the opportunity to learn from others mistakes.
btw, my back injury initially originated from trying to show off and pick up a cousin at a family reunion the was literally twice my size round 12 years old. got him up but my hips shot out and was bent at damn near a 90% angle with head over heels.
sorry guys, if any of you have made it this far but i believe we are now properly introduced. shoot for that last rep and when you cant get it, do two more
