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Ways to fight through nonmotivation
My Day at The Fair
Neutralising egg white farts
Getting out of a ticket
Musings
Beerbelly contest
HIV and Powerlifting
Swamp land
Paranoid about Supplements
Lousy Bench Workout
Ways to fight through nonmotivation
Posted By: Bryce
Date: Monday, 2 December 2002, at 4:04 p.m.
> Everyone has them... periods of time in which their motivation is absolutely nonmotivated.
> What does each person do to fight through this?
If you are a bb'er you go to the mall. You just look at the people who waddle past, go "ewww" and remember how good it feels to have a single digit bf and "bodacious gunz" to flex at the teenies. Not to mention how nice it feels to be the object of all envy and desire. I mean of course she wants it, thats why she blinked like that, right, right!
If you are a PL'er, wrestler or OL'er you go to the same mall and feel glad that it is so easy to trash Bb'ers who are dieting and distracted by watching all those fat people. Not only that but you can play games with their heads like telling them that "a few weeks of dieting and you'll look ok, dont' feel bad dude" while you know they have been eating nothing but tuna for months. YOu are impressed by the fact that you can look around and know what everything weighs while you are carrying your wifes shopping bags like a big dumb sclep. Thats ok though because she said that after she finishes shopping for a new bra you can go to "Sizzler" and have a nice big steak (grunt/drool..dohh!) which is what life is really about anyway.
If you are a strongman you wouldn't be caught dead in a mall anymore since there is nothing heavy to lift except those new cars and Suv's they bring in sometimes and you remember how they threatened to sue the last time you did that along the with annoying fact they don't sell those cool leopard skin loincloths anymore. Not to mention all these chix look really skinny and you're afraid you might accidentally break the one the Bb'er is "puppy dogging" over by sears. You daydream about this 270# russian chick you met once who appeared pretty sturdy for the most part with fine hips for bearing the next world champ. You are motivated by the fact that you have more dignity that that bb guy and you're not fat dammit you just have a "burgeoning power center" that gives you a good place to set the big rock on before you pop it up on the barrel.
What was the question?
Bryce
My
day at the fair
Posted By: Marty
Date: Tuesday, 4 September 2001, at 9:27 a.m.
As some of you may remember, last Friday I had a date with an old enemy at
the fair - the 'Ring-the-Bell' game. I should've mentioned I was going from the fair to spend a weekend at my brother-in-law's
cabin, so I had no internet access.
Anyway, Friday I *did* go to the fair, and, sure enough, my old nemesis was there. I approached
cautiously, circling it a couple time, not making eye contact - not yet!
My wife noticed my odd behavior, and took one look at my enemy. He was built like iron, standing
6 feet taller than me.
She tried to pull me away, saying "Remember, you promised there would be no trouble,"
but it was too late, I had already made eye contact.
As if in a dream I walked up, never breaking eye contact. I grabbed a mallet, took a might Paul
Bunyan swing and "pow", the light traveled up to 89.
100-149 wins the small prize, 150 the large.
2 swings per game.
I remembered my years of training (well, months), and the look on my kid's faces when they saw
me sweating away in that tiny basement room. It wasn't awe, or pride, or even envy, exactly. It was more like "what
the hell are you doing?!"
I remembered when the Vikings got creamed in the playoffs last year.
I remembered a cute blond I knew back in the 7th grade.
But, that is beside the point.
I grabbed the mallet, swung it long, swung it hard, and swung it true!
150, the sign said.
I puffed out my chest, walked over to the stand, and got my prize, a stuffed pig. A rather ugly
stuffed pig, actually.
My wife declined the prize, but my 4-year old daughter loved it.
I held my head a little higher all the rest of the day.
I'd strained my neck, and it hurt to slump.
Marty (next year the ring-toss)
Re: Neutralizing egg white farts??
Posted By: Roger Broeg
Date: Sunday, 21 October 2001, at 11:17 p.m.
In Response To: Neutralizing egg white farts?? (Shoeb)
<snip for brevity
: One serious problem with the egg whites
: though....
: I was wondering if any of you have any idea how
: to neutralize the horrific
: farts that result after taking egg whites. I
: heard if you mix in tomato
: juice, the lycopene helps neutralize the smelly
: farts, is this true? Does
: anyone else experience this problem?
: thanks in advance,
: Shoeb
Where I work..that would not be a problem..it would be something to be proud of. But beyond that, if they give you such bad gas, I would find a different way to get your protien. Maybe egg protien powder? For that matter whole eggs give a much better source of protien and less gas.
Gymrat
Getting out of a ticket
Posted By: Marty
Date: Monday, 5 November 2001, at 2:56 p.m.
In Response To: Re: Outstanding Post candidate (C. Jeff Finlayson)
: No, don't think so.
: It was something like
: Cop: Do you know how fast you were going?
: Driver: 65 (tell actual speed)
: etc.
: I don't remember the rest.
I guess I can type it again. One summer in college I was going to take a job selling Bibles door to door, but backed out. (True story) I *did* get the class they offered on avoiding a speeding ticket, which has worked for me 3 out of 4 times. Here is what they said:
If you get pulled over for speeding, do the following: First off, stay cool. Face it, you deserve a ticket. Be honest with yourself. You got caught. It doesn't matter who else was speeding, whether you have out of state plates, whatever. Don't take it personally.
Stay in the car. Keep your hands on the wheel until the cop asks you to open the window. Ask cooly and politely "What seems to be the problem, Officer?", and it will go something like this:
"What seems to be the problem, Officer?"
"Do you know how fast you were going back there?"
"Yes Sir, 65 miles an hour"
(This is the hard part. The last thing you want to do is swallow your anger and pride and say 'Sir' to some Barney Fife wannabe, but do it. Also, don't lie, cause he can spot a liar a mile away, and it pisses him off. Cops think there are 2 kinds of people, citizens and criminals. If you lie, you are a criminal).
"That is exactly how fast you were going. And do you know what the speed limit was?"
"Yes sir, 55 miles an hour." (You are a responsible driver. Responsible drivers know how fast they were going, and what the speed limit is.)
At this point, if you get a lecture, you are probably not getting a ticket. The Cop has decided you are a responsible driver citizen. The longer the lecture lasts the less chance you have of getting a ticket. Be quiet, and don't blow it.
Stay calm, don't volunteer information, and don't lie.
That's it.
Marty (what was the name of this newsgroup again?)
Musings - (No Lifting Content)
Posted By: Sanjay (3j)
Date: Wednesday, 7 November 2001, at 7:50 a.m.
Sorry about taking up the space but these little things made my day yesterday because I got them from a friend .... hoping they do the same for all of you out there :-)
Living on Earth is expensive, but it does include a free trip around the sun every year.
Birthdays are good for you; the more you have, the longer you live.
How long a minute is depends on what side of the bathroom door you're on.
Ever notice that the people who are late are often much jollier than the people who have to wait for them?
If ignorance is bliss, why aren't more people happy?
If Walmart is lowering prices every day, how come nothing is free yet?
You may be only one person in the world, but you may also be the world to one person.
Some mistakes are too much fun to only make once.
Don't cry because it's over; smile because it happened.
We could learn a lot from crayons:
some are sharp,
some are pretty,
some are dull,
some have weird names,
and all are different colors ... but they all have to learn to live
in the same box.
Everything should be made as simple as possible, but no simpler.
A truly happy person is one who can enjoy the scenery on a detour.
Happiness comes through doors you didn't even know you left open.
Have an awesome day, and know that someone has thought about you today!
My best Beer Belly contest..
Posted By: Clint
Date: Sunday, 14 April 2002, at 2:54 p.m.
In Response To: my best butt contest! (Joe Nardo)
Ok, thursday night I went to this beer joint that I have only been to 18,462
times, as usual Bubba was having a wet t-shirt contest out back, well needless to say Birtha didn't win cause some
chick with a full set of teeth was competing. Well after that was over they decided to have a best Beer Belly contest,
some ho's that I have been hanging with at the bowling alley convinced me to enter.
Well, we started dancin and (think Goober on Andy Griffith) I kept fallin down. Anyway It was
real clear that I had em whooped cause I had the largest ball of lint in my navel, however Billy-Bob was willing
to show off his nekkid manness and all I got was to go home with Birtha!
Oh, well you cant win em all, but those beer-bongs have really been paying off! :))
Re: HIV and powerlifting...
Posted By: Jim Pace
Date: Saturday, 27 April 2002, at 1:05 a.m.
In Response To: Re: HIV and powerlifting... (Mike)
: That´s great, I´ve seen this at most meets,
: also! Lifters need to take this into
: consideration during training and at meets.
: Wear Shin Protection!!!
I can see a whole public service ad campaign:
(Father talking to son),
"Son, until you settle down and get your own bar, make sure you use protection when you
deadlift."
(voiceover)
"Get the facts about Deadlifting Transmitted Diseases - talk to your kids. This message
brought to you by the Ad Council"
Jim
(sorry - it's late)
In Response To: Re: Final Post-NOT!! (Rickey Dale Crain)
: I HAVE A GOOD PIECE OF SWAMP LAND IN FLORIDA I AM WANTING TO UNLOAD???
: RDC
So someone unloaded the swamp land on you, first?? ;)
Re: Paranoid about supplements
Posted By: Kirk Roy
Date: Wednesday, 28 August 2002, at 5:15 a.m.
In Response To: Re: Paranoid about supplements (Bryan Getchell)
> None of the powerlifting organization have the
> resources to lobby and watchdog the supplement
> industry and test all the different companies
> products on a routine basis or to fight the
> lawsuits by making claims that company X, Y, Z
> sells tainted supplements. That should be the
> job of the FDA.
Oi, you don't know what you're saying here. Giving that kind of a scope to the FDA is going to cost you a lot of money (either passed on from user fees, in taxes, or...). Even if supplements continue to be considered food products (where the tainted product issue could be addressed) you're looking at the need to increase FDA's mandate. As far as claims go as long as supplements are considered food products I believe that would fall under the FTC's dominion. If you want the full FDA treatment (scientific claim verification/efficacy, safety checks, true product standardization checks, lab checks, etc.) you're looking at changing supplements over to drug products which would at minimum mean billions of dollars in testing (not to mention having to go to the MD and get a script to allow you to buy the products you get over the counter now). It would mean the death of the supplement industry as we know it (who knows, maybe only herbal products would survive, with different, claim-free, product names). Be careful what you wish for!
Crap, I'm at work (with a work IP showing up on the board). I suppose I'd better add a disclaimer to cover myself... Any views or opinions presented in this post are solely those of the author and do not necessarily represent those of the Food and Drug Administration. There, I feel better now...
Kirk
as i said yesterday, my back was KILLING me. I had visions of the emergency room at various times of the day cause i really couldn't move. 6 aleve, 2 vioxx and some narcotics helped, but i'm still in pain.
I figured i'd go to the gym and stretch and see if i could at least bench.
The stretching helped, but there wasn't ANYONE to spot me benching.
The bar was loaded with 160 and i was going to use one board, which is almost like not using any board cause it just kinda sinks into me anyway.
There were these two hispanic guys nearby that i see there a lot- they don't speak english so they stick with eachother, but they are both polite and lift relatively heavy.
So one of em says, "you need spotter?"
"yeah! thanks".
i said, "i'm doing board presses... have you seen me do them?"
"si"
"ok. hand the bar to me, then don't touch it till i say help. the weight is a little heavy for me and i have a bad back. ok?"
"si"
He hands the bar to me. i bring it down. he grabs it. i say "LET GO!" he doesn't.
I say, "LET GO!!!"
he doesn't.
my pause, at this point was a good 30 seconds and it wasn't going anywhere so i said "TAKE IT". and we both push it up.
i tell him "DON'T touch the bar. *I* want to do it, ok???"
"si"
"can we try again in a few minutes?"
"si"
ok, we try again. I remind him about the rules.
He hands off to me. i lower the bar and he's HOLDING it the whole time.
"GET AWAY!!!" i yell.
nothing.
"GET OFF THE BAR"
nothing.
then he basically rows it back up for the easiest bench press for ME, EVER.
His friend, who speaks a LITTLE better says, "wow. you very strong"
ya... not exactly.
so i tell him to tell his friend NOT to touch the bar!!! he says, "you want me to spot you?"
"YES, thank you. give me 10 minutes"
i come back in 10 and i go over the rules with him- DON"T TOUCH THE BAR.
"si".
i get set up and he's just standing there. i said, "hand it off to me"
"ok"
but he doesn't move.
"GIVE ME THE BAR"
"ohhh... Ok."
then he hands off to me, keeps his hands on the bar the whole time, and then totally takes it from me as i started to slow down on the way up.
At this point, i'm mad at all of latin america and my back was hurting so i left.
g, got attacked by another rooster yesterday.