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10th December
10 Dec 2009 10:59AM
Hello loyal blog followers! (all 10 of you);
Having a great time at the moment with training not only myself but also the other people I am training.
Here is a great story that Chris told me (the now lean wrestling guru who did my modified V Diet). Pure gold;
there i am in the gym. this was three to four weeks out from a wrestling comp so around this time i go for alot of explosive movements. on this particular day i was doing deadlifts followed by powercleans then hi pulls. Good for power and fitness, terrible on your lower back.
so there i am lifting away on the squat rack which sat adjacent to the cable machine where all the bicep boys hung out. cranking out set after set of curls with beet root red faces and biceps which actually shrank due to the overtraining.
On the cable machine today was to be my nemesis. when you go to the gym often you get to know the gym rats so in this case i'd never seen him before. dressed in tracky bottoms, nike trainers and a sleeveless t shirt revealing massive arms that could only come from hard training or a needle, he lay on the floor doing ab crunches.
you know that feeling you get when your being watched well that was the feeling i was getting, now when all three lifts include you going down into a bent over position to start, this magnifies the feeling as you feel quite vulnerable with your behind sticking out.
risking a glance i saw this bloke staring at me. I had two choices , either keep going or stop, i kept going completing my set.
this guy gets up and begins walking back and forth behind me his eyes never leaving me.its as if he's working himself into a frenzy.
"oh fuck , whats his problem," i thought. maybe i knew him, maybe i hit his brother, maybe i raped his sister oh god he was still watching me and he was getting closer.
now this guy has six inches in height on me and twice as wide. screaming through my head was "kick him in the nuts!"
"What are you doing?" he said in a respectful and eloquent tone. the voice does not match the face. I don't kick him in the nuts.
oh great i thought a gym critic.those guys that tell you your doing things wrong when they don't know shit or even the name of the exercise your doing.
"Powercleans and hi pulls mate," i answered thinking i'd get the usual "you need to more bicep work" or "those don't do anything for you".
"i've never seen them before i'll have to have a go, so what are you doing them for?"
bloody hell i thought he wants to know about an exercise and not kick my head in.
i explained first the nuances of the powerclean, how it works more muscle groups in one go and builds explosive power then it got the interesting part.
"the reason i'm doing them for is for a competition,"
"what competition?" he asked.
"a wrestling competition mate," i said. i waited for the response. the standard response is "that stuff like hulk hogan does or big daddy" which irritated me no end.
"like the olympic stuff?" he says which surprised me. As said above this wasn't the standard response.
"yeah" i said.
the conversation goes into my background and where and who i'd trained with.
Like back at school if someone found out you did any type of martial art they'd inevitably come upto you feigning interest while doing side kicks that resembled an arthritic spasm and making sounds that could only be described as a drunk hyena on crack, this guy asked.
"could you throw me?"
looking at him i knew i could do it, i'd thrown and taken down people even bigger than him.
"yeah," i remarked cockily thinking that was it.
"how about we have a go?"
now this was off putting. either he was genuinely wanting to find out if i could throw him or it was a lead upto him trying to kick my head in, or he was into getting up close with other men.
On the other side honour demanded that i prove my manhood, the gods of wrestling would not be happy with on of their disciples backing down from a challenge. common sense demanded i walk out now never to return (well until my next training session) or try and put him off by stating "theres no where to do it, you might get hurt, i haven't got the insurance!"
"ok," i said feeling the adrenaline kick in preparing for either a takedown contest or a full on brawl.
taking safety into the equation i said we should use the boxing studio next door. plenty of room with no machines in the way and a carpet which underneath lay a concrete floor so if i had to knock him out all i had to do was pick him up and slam him on it.
when we got into the room i made sure he wanted to do this reiterating the safety aspect over andover again.
Part 2 coming soon!
This is copied and pasted from E Mail so dont blame me for Chris bad grammer lol
Mike
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