Hingham, MA, day twelve, part I

Winter Storm Skylar sure did f*** up the mail around here, my regularly scheduled deliveries of L-Arginine (Nitric Oxide booster, keeps one’s muscles full and “pumped” much longer than they normally would be after a workout) and Glutamine (recovery aid) were shipped on the 12th of March via USPS Priority Express (2-3) day delivery time.  Says USPS this morning:

The package is delayed and will not be delivered by the expected delivery date. An updated delivery date will be provided when available. Your item arrived at our BROCKTON MA DISTRIBUTION CENTER destination facility on March 15, 2018 at 1:15 pm. The item is currently in transit to the destination.

In my experience, since they haven’t provided an updated delivery date yet, I probably won’t receive the package until tomorrow.  That’s OK, today’s an off day from the iron for me, tomorrow is leg day, as long as I have them by then I’ll be fine.  I can imagine the piles of mail stacked up at the Brockton distribution center – There was NO mail delivery on Wednesday (USPS planes and trucks obviously weren’t moving because of the storm), and there’s been none since…Hell, two inches of snow in Georgia would cause the same sort of delay, we had upwards of twelve inches here on Wednesday, and the roads were impassible.

Stacked up with meetings from 0930 – 1200 today, then end of the week reporting…Should be an easy day, if a long one.  Who cares?  It’s Friday!  I’m not on call this weekend (that’s next weekend), so on the spur of the moment I’ve decided to visit Manassas (Bull Run) battlefield after tomorrow’s early workout, will probably spend the night somewhere in Northern VA and drive back up here to Hingham on Sunday.  Walking Civil War battlefields is an obsession for me, and I haven’t been to Manassas in some time – I’m long overdue for a visit to the Stone House and Mosby’s Rock.  Shame on any Ranger who visits the Manassas / Herndon area and doesn’t stop to commune with Mosby’s ghost.

Have a great weekend, all.

Out here.

Hingham, MA, day eleven, part IV

Oh, this is a good one.  Starting with the beginning quote from one of my favorite presidents of all time:

It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.

And on to one of my favorite professional bodybuilders of all time, a Texas cop who managed to build a Mr. Olympia winning body in his off time, then improve on it every year to win the title eight years in a row:

Everybody wants to be a bodybuilder, but nobody wants to lift no heavy-ass weights.

Read the whole thing:

The 7 Lies That Will Keep You from Ever Reaching Your Potential

Hingham, MA, day eleven, part II

Of Not-So-Bad men and gym etiquette:

I suppose I’m still surly this week.  I went to the men’s room in between sets of standing dumbbell curls (thought I was going to puke – I killed my biceps today), and upon my return a pinch-faced woman about my age in skin tight leopard print tights was doing some sort of whack a** rotation stretching in front of the mirror, obviously fascinated with herself.  She’d placed a mat on the floor behind her, which I didn’t notice, as I was fascinated with her fascination with herself, and gods forbid, I stepped on a corner of her mat trying to get around her without being smacked in the face by one of her whirling arms…And she stops, turns to me, and pinching her face even further, says snippily “Can you not step on my mat?  You’re wearing sneakers.”  Then goes back to her routine.

Just damn.  Of course I’m wearing sneakers – so are you, lady, we’re in a gym!

So I snarled to myself through my final biceps sets, then completed my triceps training, gathered my sweater, towel, iPhone, and car keys, and as I had to maneuver my way around her and between a couple of Lifefitness machines on my way out of the gym, I noticed now she’s doing some sort of rabbit hopping thing – On the mat, wearing sneakers.

I couldn’t help myself.  I stopped next to her, and snapped “Hey – Can you not step on your mat?  You’re wearing sneakers.”

The look on her face almost soothed my rage at the “Assault Weapons” discussion they were having on the local Boston TV station during my triceps workout.  Almost.

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Hingham, MA, day eleven, part I

Just finished up an 0300 call with the boys in India…Hey, when life hands you lemons…


No one else is going to be in the gym at 0430, might as well have it all to myself.  The 25g of protein in the shaker cup is just to give my body something to work with while I train, I’ll force down 50g post workout with 25g of carbs to let it soak in.

Out here.

Thank you, Stan

Just wanted to give a shout out to Stan Ruggiero of CrazyBulkBodybuilding for following this humble blog…Stan’s accomplished some amazing things in a life of bodybuilding, and his writing, and the writing of others that he posts on his blog are invaluable for a guy like me who started off in the sport purchasing Arnold Schwarzenegger’s training booklets for $3.99 from the ads in the back of Muscle and Fitness in 1978.  It’s been a long road, but an entirely enjoyable one – I wouldn’t be the man I am today (yeah, yeah, it’s arguable that not many folks like “the man I am today”, but “I yam what I yam, and that’s all what I yam”) had I not followed it.

Stan’s blog often gives me ideas for adjusting my training routine (which is nothing like the 20-25 sets per body part I used to do in my youth, but is also still not as finely tuned as it could be given the enormous advances in the science of building and maintaining a large, muscular, and lean physique that have been developed since I eagerly awaited those little Arnold booklets in 1978).  That in itself is worth a shout out – But I’m proud and humbled to know that he’s reading what I write here…That in itself is encouraging.

We all learn from one another…And here’s a secret: If you’re going to learn something, learn it from an expert.  Stan qualifies.

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Hingham, MA, day ten, part II

It’s hard out here for a Gimp, so one for my homies me.  No, two for me, then Thor: The Dark World on Xfinity On Demand, then bed.

IMG_2149 Continue reading Hingham, MA, day ten, part II

Hingham, MA, day ten, part I

From Tombstone:

Wyatt Earp: “How you feelin’ Doc?”

“Doc” Holliday: “Wyatt, I am rolling.”

Well, this day, I am rolling.  Boss called at 2145 hours last night to tell me he’s taking the rest of the week off to hang out with his kids during their Spring Break, so there will be no one looking over my shoulder for the rest of the week.  The streets are clear of snow, although there are 18-foot piles of “Connecticut Cocaine” pushed to either side of them by the plows that ran from 0900 – 2300 last night, so this morning’s run was in nicely cold weather, but no tromping through snow…I know my sneakers appreciate that.

No weights today, I’m lifting so heavy that I’ve decided to go back to a very old split I used to follow: Tuesday, chest and back, Thursday, biceps and triceps, Saturday legs, and Sunday delts and traps.  After all these years, no one needs to remind me that muscles grow when they are recovering, not while they are being worked – So let’s give them plenty of time to recover, and make sure protein intake stays at 300g / day seven days a week and carbs at 50-ish grams per day on rest days and 100-120g per day on weight training days, give them plenty of fuel to grow as well.

Should be an easy ride to the weekend for the rest of this week, and at my age, one has learned to appreciate that.

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