Post by Ivan Drago - aka Arny/Dolph/AM on Jan 3, 2010 15:33:59 GMT -5
Training and eating the way I do, without walking out onto the white "X" under the multi-colored overhead lamps makes about as much sense as a battleship with screen doors. -Partial quote credit: Biff Tannen, BTTF
Getting back onto the polished hard wood risen platform before hundreds of strangers and friends alike has been a long standing splinter buried in my mind that I knew was bound to come to fruition, but until now I hadn't taken the necessary time to dig it out and begin construction with. The architecture, dually mental and physical - has begun.
Yesterday... January 2nd 2010, a bitter gusty Saturday - I found myself 12 weeks out, only I hadn't come to that abrupt awareness until today. Luckily for me, that day consisted of 0g carbohydrates, thus setting the metabolic platform, for the proceeding marathon of days and weeks to follow.
The impetus for this new and exciting yet familiar trek, can be summarized and characterized in one word: Passion. So many other factors, words, and emotions poke their nose under the tent when forming the final catalyst, setting this quest into motion, but a pursuit and labor of love such as this cannot truly be defined by any other just term aside from the initial offering. I have been afforded some tremendous incalculable benefits, advantages and outright bouts of ecstasy and self fulfillment in correlation to this lifestyle and sport - and I could no longer ignore the boisterous outcry to once again direct and streamline my ever vigilant and ceaseless efforts into a singular vision and enjoy the fruit of my toils - all while suffering simultaneously as irony has it.
I will catalogue and chronicle the curvaceous unpredictable terrain that is the imperfect science of physical atonement and refinement - here on PRRS. I will mention quickly and without a whispered or even subliminal hint of soap-box pandering, that this 2010 contest season will be prepared for, and surmounted in its entirety without the use of illicit or prescription pharmaceuticals of any variety; this is not a decision stumbled upon through any succession of opinion or judgment, merely a straight forward and overt transparent attempt to hone my own physiological potential to its fullest, and tightly tug on the reigns of athletic actualization to the best of my abilities.
I sincerely and humbly invite my friends here, to join me. Offer up your thoughts, your encouragement, your advices, and your wisdom... without the absolutely invaluable and amazing education so many of you have afforded to me over the years, I wouldn't be able to articulate a portion of what I can today, let alone apply it and have the indescribable pleasure of watching and feeling it materialize in the mirror. One of the primary reasons I have any semblance of self respect and an unshakeable foundation of faith in myself aside from religion, springs from the life water we know as weight training.
-A. Smith
Getting back onto the polished hard wood risen platform before hundreds of strangers and friends alike has been a long standing splinter buried in my mind that I knew was bound to come to fruition, but until now I hadn't taken the necessary time to dig it out and begin construction with. The architecture, dually mental and physical - has begun.
Yesterday... January 2nd 2010, a bitter gusty Saturday - I found myself 12 weeks out, only I hadn't come to that abrupt awareness until today. Luckily for me, that day consisted of 0g carbohydrates, thus setting the metabolic platform, for the proceeding marathon of days and weeks to follow.
The impetus for this new and exciting yet familiar trek, can be summarized and characterized in one word: Passion. So many other factors, words, and emotions poke their nose under the tent when forming the final catalyst, setting this quest into motion, but a pursuit and labor of love such as this cannot truly be defined by any other just term aside from the initial offering. I have been afforded some tremendous incalculable benefits, advantages and outright bouts of ecstasy and self fulfillment in correlation to this lifestyle and sport - and I could no longer ignore the boisterous outcry to once again direct and streamline my ever vigilant and ceaseless efforts into a singular vision and enjoy the fruit of my toils - all while suffering simultaneously as irony has it.
I will catalogue and chronicle the curvaceous unpredictable terrain that is the imperfect science of physical atonement and refinement - here on PRRS. I will mention quickly and without a whispered or even subliminal hint of soap-box pandering, that this 2010 contest season will be prepared for, and surmounted in its entirety without the use of illicit or prescription pharmaceuticals of any variety; this is not a decision stumbled upon through any succession of opinion or judgment, merely a straight forward and overt transparent attempt to hone my own physiological potential to its fullest, and tightly tug on the reigns of athletic actualization to the best of my abilities.
I sincerely and humbly invite my friends here, to join me. Offer up your thoughts, your encouragement, your advices, and your wisdom... without the absolutely invaluable and amazing education so many of you have afforded to me over the years, I wouldn't be able to articulate a portion of what I can today, let alone apply it and have the indescribable pleasure of watching and feeling it materialize in the mirror. One of the primary reasons I have any semblance of self respect and an unshakeable foundation of faith in myself aside from religion, springs from the life water we know as weight training.
-A. Smith
I guess I just missed it... 
;D
