Nothing great was EVER accomplished in this world by slow, steady, half ass effort......PERIOD. Give all that you have to your endeavors.... your goals... That means 100 fucking percent!!! There is nothing more than that. Not 110... not 101... ONLY 100%. Most people that "think" they give 100 barely have even tapped into 60 or 70% of what they are capable of. The human species has a tremendous reservoir of will power.... But it must be fueled with passion so that it can be used to take you to your current level of 100%. The more you do this and experience this then.... and only then does your 100% capacity increase. Its not that you can do more than 100%... its that you have reached another level within yourself so that you have a new level of 100% to work at...
On any given day your 100% capacity may fluctuate but I promise if you give all that you are capable of everyday then you will reach heights and accomplish things you thought impossible on a regular basis....
Friday, August 28, 2009
Monday, August 24, 2009
WTF!!!!
I get updates from various strength and conditioning sites on a regular basis. The other day I got one that had new "research" in the title.
Here is the gist of the "research"...
In all seriousness... someone fucking paid for that research! That makes no sense at all. The bottom line is if you train with moderate intensity you get slower results over a longer period of time. You train with high intensity you get faster results in a shorter period of time.
Here is the gist of the "research"...
It showed that women who regularly did high intensity workouts (meaningWHAT! You mean if people actually push themselves and train hard they will be in better shape than those that train with less effort???
they were breathing hard) had significantly less belly
flab at the end of a four month period than women who always
exercised at an easier level.
This is true even though both groups burned the same number
of calories during the workout.
In all seriousness... someone fucking paid for that research! That makes no sense at all. The bottom line is if you train with moderate intensity you get slower results over a longer period of time. You train with high intensity you get faster results in a shorter period of time.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
WMD
Began the WMD (Weapon of Mass Destruction) program this week. So far it is the toughest program I have written to date. Will post progress and such soon.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Poem by General Patton
THROUGH A GLASS, DARKLY
by Gen. George S. Patton, Jr.
Through the travail of the ages,
Midst the pomp and toil of war,
Have I fought and strove and perished
Countless times upon this star.
In the form of many people
In all panoplies of time
Have I seen the luring vision
Of the Victory Maid, sublime.
I have battled for fresh mammoth,
I have warred for pastures new,
I have listed to the whispers
When the race trek instinct grew.
I have known the call to battle
In each changeless changing shape
From the high souled voice of conscience
To the beastly lust for rape.
I have sinned and I have suffered,
Played the hero and the knave;
Fought for belly, shame, or country,
And for each have found a grave.
I cannot name my battles
For the visions are not clear,
Yet, I see the twisted faces
And I feel the rending spear.
Perhaps I stabbed our Savior
In His sacred helpless side.
Yet, I've called His name in blessing
When after times I died.
In the dimness of the shadows
Where we hairy heathens warred,
I can taste in thought the lifeblood;
We used teeth before the sword.
While in later clearer vision
I can sense the coppery sweat,
Feel the pikes grow wet and slippery
When our Phalanx, Cyrus met.
Hear the rattle of the harness
Where the Persian darts bounced clear,
See their chariots wheel in panic
From the Hoplite's leveled spear.
See the goal grow monthly longer,
Reaching for the walls of Tyre.
Hear the crash of tons of granite,
Smell the quenchless eastern fire.
Still more clearly as a Roman,
Can I see the Legion close,
As our third rank moved in forward
And the short sword found our foes.
Once again I feel the anguish
Of that blistering treeless plain
When the Parthian showered death bolts,
And our discipline was in vain.
I remember all the suffering
Of those arrows in my neck.
Yet, I stabbed a grinning savage
As I died upon my back.
Once again I smell the heat sparks
When my Flemish plate gave way
And the lance ripped through my entrails
As on Crecy's field I lay.
In the windless, blinding stillness
Of the glittering tropic sea
I can see the bubbles rising
Where we set the captives free.
Midst the spume of half a tempest
I have heard the bulwarks go
When the crashing, point blank round shot
Sent destruction to our foe.
I have fought with gun and cutlass
On the red and slippery deck
With all Hell aflame within me
And a rope around my neck.
And still later as a General
Have I galloped with Murat
When we laughed at death and numbers
Trusting in the Emperor's Star.
Till at last our star faded,
And we shouted to our doom
Where the sunken road of Ohein
Closed us in it's quivering gloom.
So but now with Tanks a'clatter
Have I waddled on the foe
Belching death at twenty paces,
By the star shell's ghastly glow.
So as through a glass, and darkly
The age long strife I see
Where I fought in many guises,
Many names, but always me.
And I see not in my blindness
What the objects were I wrought,
But as God rules o'er our bickerings
It was through His will I fought.
So forever in the future,
Shall I battle as of yore,
Dying to be born a fighter,
But to die again, once more.
by Gen. George S. Patton, Jr.
Through the travail of the ages,
Midst the pomp and toil of war,
Have I fought and strove and perished
Countless times upon this star.
In the form of many people
In all panoplies of time
Have I seen the luring vision
Of the Victory Maid, sublime.
I have battled for fresh mammoth,
I have warred for pastures new,
I have listed to the whispers
When the race trek instinct grew.
I have known the call to battle
In each changeless changing shape
From the high souled voice of conscience
To the beastly lust for rape.
I have sinned and I have suffered,
Played the hero and the knave;
Fought for belly, shame, or country,
And for each have found a grave.
I cannot name my battles
For the visions are not clear,
Yet, I see the twisted faces
And I feel the rending spear.
Perhaps I stabbed our Savior
In His sacred helpless side.
Yet, I've called His name in blessing
When after times I died.
In the dimness of the shadows
Where we hairy heathens warred,
I can taste in thought the lifeblood;
We used teeth before the sword.
While in later clearer vision
I can sense the coppery sweat,
Feel the pikes grow wet and slippery
When our Phalanx, Cyrus met.
Hear the rattle of the harness
Where the Persian darts bounced clear,
See their chariots wheel in panic
From the Hoplite's leveled spear.
See the goal grow monthly longer,
Reaching for the walls of Tyre.
Hear the crash of tons of granite,
Smell the quenchless eastern fire.
Still more clearly as a Roman,
Can I see the Legion close,
As our third rank moved in forward
And the short sword found our foes.
Once again I feel the anguish
Of that blistering treeless plain
When the Parthian showered death bolts,
And our discipline was in vain.
I remember all the suffering
Of those arrows in my neck.
Yet, I stabbed a grinning savage
As I died upon my back.
Once again I smell the heat sparks
When my Flemish plate gave way
And the lance ripped through my entrails
As on Crecy's field I lay.
In the windless, blinding stillness
Of the glittering tropic sea
I can see the bubbles rising
Where we set the captives free.
Midst the spume of half a tempest
I have heard the bulwarks go
When the crashing, point blank round shot
Sent destruction to our foe.
I have fought with gun and cutlass
On the red and slippery deck
With all Hell aflame within me
And a rope around my neck.
And still later as a General
Have I galloped with Murat
When we laughed at death and numbers
Trusting in the Emperor's Star.
Till at last our star faded,
And we shouted to our doom
Where the sunken road of Ohein
Closed us in it's quivering gloom.
So but now with Tanks a'clatter
Have I waddled on the foe
Belching death at twenty paces,
By the star shell's ghastly glow.
So as through a glass, and darkly
The age long strife I see
Where I fought in many guises,
Many names, but always me.
And I see not in my blindness
What the objects were I wrought,
But as God rules o'er our bickerings
It was through His will I fought.
So forever in the future,
Shall I battle as of yore,
Dying to be born a fighter,
But to die again, once more.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Strength and Power Session
April 17th
Floor Press
135/12
185/10
225/8
245/6
275/5
300/5
315/3
275/9
Pull Ups
11 sets of 4 reps
April 20th
Dead Hang Pull Ups with one sec between each rep
11 sets of 4
One Arm Floor Press
50/15
70/10
80/10
90/10
105/8
115/5
130/3R 4L
140/3L 4R
Weighted Decline Bench Sit Ups
120/20
165/15
210/12
255/12
April 22nd
One Arm Push Press
30/10
50/5
70/4
90/3
100/3
110/3
120/3
130/2R 1L
140/1R
Pull Ups
5 sets of 5
Floor Press
135/12
185/10
225/8
245/6
275/5
300/5
315/3
275/9
Pull Ups
11 sets of 4 reps
April 20th
Dead Hang Pull Ups with one sec between each rep
11 sets of 4
One Arm Floor Press
50/15
70/10
80/10
90/10
105/8
115/5
130/3R 4L
140/3L 4R
Weighted Decline Bench Sit Ups
120/20
165/15
210/12
255/12
April 22nd
One Arm Push Press
30/10
50/5
70/4
90/3
100/3
110/3
120/3
130/2R 1L
140/1R
Pull Ups
5 sets of 5
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
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