I ended up trying my first dose of the offered Gaspari SizeOn version 2.0 (Max Performance) last night... I will chronical the experience below for everyone...
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I'm going to give some regard to brevity with this post, only because time has made the retrospect on my first dose of SizeOn MP a limited resource. I also wanted to say that I am going to be as objective as possible, and also want readers to bear in mind that a single initial dose cannot be justly viewed as an honest indicator of results, positive or negative; there is a litany of possible scenarios that could manipulate the eventual workout and ensuing hindsight that I'm about to divulge in this narrative. I have no affiliation (
aside from a friendship with a newer hire and top level manager of the company I have known for years, Troy Johnson) or means of benefit from any proceeding battery of anecdotes and what will surely end up being a
seemingly shameless promotion of Rich Gaspari's supplement company, namely SizeOn - if
my ultimate results and conclusive opinions seem to be in favor of this revamped supplement, there is a good reason for that... it's quite simply a solid intra-workout formulation.My nutrition and overall preparedness placed into action today was spot on; and without sounding like an attempt at braggadocios self exultation
hopefully, I can also say that I usually couple my training with an ongoing lifestyle and nutrition program that is conducive to a contest prep pretty much all year. With the adequate hydration and necessary whole-food intake taken care of, I'll move onto the meat and (
sweet) potatoes of the subject... pun intended
The workout (
which was, if I do say so myself, a shivering climatic episode of ecstasy and extended 2 hour elation in its entirety) was overall a gleaming success. The highlight real was formed and molded from an array of back blasting exercises that pushed our (brother in law was the workout partner) intensity into another hemisphere of hypertrophic hyper-drive. I'd like to refer to this evening's showdown as the "
Muscle Mopping" workout, because every last exercise consisted of from-the-floor moevements -
the true and untainted purest way to ignite the wick and eventual anabolic dynamite we all constantly seek.
T-bar rows, Bent Rows, One arm rows... you get the idea; we could have rowed our way through the English channel during a hurricane, upstream, with branches for paddles, with the way this workout went. 45 minutes prior to the imminent insanity that stared at me in the face, I was sure to take the second-to-last packet of
SuperPump-250 I was still hoarding away for a 'rainy day,' and this is when the wick was lit, and the 45 minute long impetus and waiting game began to tick-tock down to ground zero. Just before my first set, I grabbed my pseudo chemistry kit comprised of a funnel, bottle of water, SizeOn v2 and a scoop of pure BCAA's from MUSCLEBASIX... oh, and a beaker and goggles (
not really). After mixing my concoction, followed immeditely by the
obligatory evil mad-scientist vibrating jagged laugh with my head tossed back and my blue rubber gloves dripping with SizeOn residue... I headed downstairs to the lair.Upon the first set, I took a generous 'sip' of my BCAA augmented and infused SizeOn - and was instantly impressed by the sweet nectar-esque satisfying taste (
thank goodness it wasn't one of those 'other' products that literally force you to conjure up grandiose visions of IFBB bodybuilders in order to motivate your taste buds to get past the burning evident battery acid repackaged as a supplement). I continued this slow sipping throughout the workout, and kept the SizeOn flowing like wine at a tasting festival during the duration of the back bombing until my second to last exercise was executed for biceps. Now, I would be remiss if I didn't mention at least for the sake of honest disclosure, that I rarely have a workout that doesn't leave me content and fulfilled from my collective of toils, but sometimes that bar is risen above the usual satisfaction and creates an entirely new circumstance; something worth writing home about, with a
multitude of exclamation points in the accompanying letter, lol.
A unifying aspect of the whole torturous template we adhered to in the basement can be summarized in two words:
Staying Power - because as my friend and fellow mad scientist Barry White once recorded in a low seductive tone, Staying Power makes a good thing last. Well fellow PRRS'ites, that quote was never so true as it was during tonight's festivities.
Although I can't say I took note of any dramatic increases in strength, the two hour lift-a-thon was chock full of balls-to-walls cliche epitomizing reps and subsequent sets. We're not talking about a normal
"I lift weights at the local Y, and load up the leg press so I can do my usual 4,000 pounds and rest assured that everyone is watching while I pump out my grueling 6 reps of 6 inches each while growling like a wild African lion on the hunt," we're talking about certified genuine rubber-stamped notarized and peer-reviewed triple blind clinically validated university tested aforementioned balls and walls marriage of near vomit spewing in-need-of-therapy maniacal intensity. (go ahead, re-read that...
I'll wait...)
Gaspari must have suffered an almost paralyzing bout of successive epiphanies when he decided to revamp an already renowned and acclaimed applause worthy supplement - his glucose polymers and proprietary blend ended up serving up a silver platter tray of rep after rep awesomeness not seen by mortal man, and I feel lucky, strike that,
blessed, to have
been afforded the distinct rarity of evoking that prolonged balanced equation of strength and intensity - without the need for cerebrum frying caffeine injected run-of-the-mill zombified usualness that circulates out there disguised as another intra-workout supplement.
A foundational focal fact to take away from this first, yet reassuring and motivating experience with Rich's latest iteration of his (in my opinion) flagship product, was that I simply 'FELT' it, and isn't that what it's all about? Being stripped naked of the metaphors and precluded five-dollar run-on sentence sprees... I felt it. Being able to connect, really connect, in
a hardwired USB 3.0 sort of way with your musculature, is a fleeting often just-missed episode,
leaving the gym-goer feeling like a champion fisherman out to sea and snapping his line on a 200 pound sail fish. Sure, I'll openly come forward and admit that
my gitty anticipation of tonight's reveled muscle merriment could also be attributed to a basic underlying instinctive anxious yearning to take care of bid'ness after last night's missed workout... but there's a little something extra sprinkled on top that I can't dismiss
As the muscle converged like a couple'a good ole tectonic plates during one of the final sets of back-polishing finishing movements (2-arm dumbbell rows, performed after the staple one-arm variety) there was a pump-tastic school girl excitement inducing feeling I couldn't deny or ignore. The SizeOn MP had invaded my system... commandeered my cells, and I was ful-FILLED to say the least. Looking back on my years of un-assisted workouts (devoid of any supplement use) I can easily recall that sinking feeling of semi-despair when that once realized engorged pump early in the workout, begins to quickly and uncontrollable fade and
relinquish the sleeve tightening exaggerated euphoria 
Not this time friends - I can announce that even after my shower, stepping out in front of the mirror I was met with a reflected image that believe it or not, actually resembled the once thought
'too much' hyperbole inflated ads that Gaspari and company published of the 'same workout lean muscle accrual.'
Well, seeing how I have absolutely transcended my initial pledge of
brevity, I should move onto my next patiently awaiting yet-to-be-cooked steak and yam - after all supplements can only elicit their intended power, as a result
of supplementing an already calculated protocol.Thanks for reading my retrospective on my virgin encounter and resulting kudos for the fine work from Gaspari on the revisionary masterpiece that is SizeOn v2.
-Dolph
Not this time friends - I can announce that even after my shower, stepping out in front of the mirror I was met with a reflected image that believe it or not, actually resembled the once thought 'too much' hyperbole inflated ads that Gaspari and company published of the 'same workout lean muscle accrual.' 