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Picture the scene - you're in a large room, filled with machines. These machines don't make anything, they don't churn anything out, and they don't fix anything. The room is full of particularly large men, usually bald, with big belts on and short sleeved tops. There are constant grunts coming from these men. No, this isn't a set for a porn film, this is a gym, and the machines are used for working out. And chances are, this is your idea of hell. But not for me, for me, this is just another day.
OK, how much of your life do you dedicate to NOT going to the gym? That much? Wow. Well that's as much as I dedicate my life TO going to the gym. How often do you consider going to the gym? That's as much as I consider NOT going to the gym. How much- Well, you get the idea.
Every time I've seen a photo of someone from these forums, they've been geeks. Nerdy weaklings, often with glasses. And you all seem to be quite good in school/college, which is usually an indication that you're nearly all kids who would rather sit at your computer or do homework than go to the gym. That, my friends, usually means you're rather skinny, and your view of the gym is that it's full of big sweaty blokes who have a shared IQ of a glass of water. Well, yes, fair enough, that is true of a lot of gym goers. But the rest of us? We're just like you... albeit stronger
You see, back in the day, I too, was a geek. Well, not your stereotypical Saved By The Bell geek, but I sure as heck wasn't built like Mr Universe, and even the fat kids could beat me in an arm wrestle. I'd see all the big kids who worked out at home getting loads of attention from the lasses, and let's just say it didn't put me in the best of moods. So when I was 16, I arranged with my mate (one of the kids who the lasses loved) to work out around his house one day. It was hard, and I do mean hard. But it wasn't so hard that I wanted to give up. In fact, the workout was nice and painless... compared to the next day, when the soreness kicks in. I was having a meal and I couldn't even hold up my bottle of Big Bud, that's how much my arms hurt.
But, I kept at it. I learnt that my school had a small gym, so I started going after school. Soon I was there every single weekday. I was at the gym so much I didn't even have time to do my homework (not that I would've done it anyway) After a while I actually had something to flex, and the beer belly that had started to develop was being turned into a washboard.
Now, two years on, I have weights at home, I go to Birtley gym once or twice a week with my mates, and soon I'm getting a punch bag in my garage so I can keep up my boxing abilities. And it's all good. Now I can get into arm wrestling competitions without the shame of being beaten in a matter of seconds. I can shift heavy objects around no problem. I can even hit a punch bag and make it move, instead of my fist just bouncing off. I've had lasses admire my pac and arms, and, most importantly, I've got a lot more self confidence. Gone are the days where I was to be terrified of every radgie who stopped me in the street. I'm not saying I can take on entire gangs of people, but I'd do much better in a fight now than I would have a few years ago.
Isn't all this worth going to the gym and getting a bit sweaty, feeling a little sore in the arms and legs the next day, and the pitiful cost of like £2 a trip? And let's not forget, the immense sense of achievement. When you have a look in the mirror, and see you actually have shoulders, you have biceps, you have a nice six pac coming in, there's nothing quite like it. You've worked hard and you've been rewarded. Just the other day I was shifting this big heavy chair around the house, and I realised how much difficulty I used to have moving it just a year ago. Yesterday I was lifting it up over my head with ease.
So don't write off the gym as pointless and a place where you go and just get hot and sweaty, and certainly don't write off the people who use it as meat head jocks. Because we're not like that. I'm still a geek at heart, I still like playing games on my computer, I still like Star Wars, and I still enjoy just messing around on the internet. But the difference is, I don’t look like a geek anymore. I'm fit, I'm healthy, I've got strength, I've got stamina and I've got a half decent looking body.
So give it a try, it may seem hard at first, but once you get into it, the gym will become part of your social life. And the rewards are great
OK, how much of your life do you dedicate to NOT going to the gym? That much? Wow. Well that's as much as I dedicate my life TO going to the gym. How often do you consider going to the gym? That's as much as I consider NOT going to the gym. How much- Well, you get the idea.
Every time I've seen a photo of someone from these forums, they've been geeks. Nerdy weaklings, often with glasses. And you all seem to be quite good in school/college, which is usually an indication that you're nearly all kids who would rather sit at your computer or do homework than go to the gym. That, my friends, usually means you're rather skinny, and your view of the gym is that it's full of big sweaty blokes who have a shared IQ of a glass of water. Well, yes, fair enough, that is true of a lot of gym goers. But the rest of us? We're just like you... albeit stronger
You see, back in the day, I too, was a geek. Well, not your stereotypical Saved By The Bell geek, but I sure as heck wasn't built like Mr Universe, and even the fat kids could beat me in an arm wrestle. I'd see all the big kids who worked out at home getting loads of attention from the lasses, and let's just say it didn't put me in the best of moods. So when I was 16, I arranged with my mate (one of the kids who the lasses loved) to work out around his house one day. It was hard, and I do mean hard. But it wasn't so hard that I wanted to give up. In fact, the workout was nice and painless... compared to the next day, when the soreness kicks in. I was having a meal and I couldn't even hold up my bottle of Big Bud, that's how much my arms hurt.
But, I kept at it. I learnt that my school had a small gym, so I started going after school. Soon I was there every single weekday. I was at the gym so much I didn't even have time to do my homework (not that I would've done it anyway) After a while I actually had something to flex, and the beer belly that had started to develop was being turned into a washboard.
Now, two years on, I have weights at home, I go to Birtley gym once or twice a week with my mates, and soon I'm getting a punch bag in my garage so I can keep up my boxing abilities. And it's all good. Now I can get into arm wrestling competitions without the shame of being beaten in a matter of seconds. I can shift heavy objects around no problem. I can even hit a punch bag and make it move, instead of my fist just bouncing off. I've had lasses admire my pac and arms, and, most importantly, I've got a lot more self confidence. Gone are the days where I was to be terrified of every radgie who stopped me in the street. I'm not saying I can take on entire gangs of people, but I'd do much better in a fight now than I would have a few years ago.
Isn't all this worth going to the gym and getting a bit sweaty, feeling a little sore in the arms and legs the next day, and the pitiful cost of like £2 a trip? And let's not forget, the immense sense of achievement. When you have a look in the mirror, and see you actually have shoulders, you have biceps, you have a nice six pac coming in, there's nothing quite like it. You've worked hard and you've been rewarded. Just the other day I was shifting this big heavy chair around the house, and I realised how much difficulty I used to have moving it just a year ago. Yesterday I was lifting it up over my head with ease.
So don't write off the gym as pointless and a place where you go and just get hot and sweaty, and certainly don't write off the people who use it as meat head jocks. Because we're not like that. I'm still a geek at heart, I still like playing games on my computer, I still like Star Wars, and I still enjoy just messing around on the internet. But the difference is, I don’t look like a geek anymore. I'm fit, I'm healthy, I've got strength, I've got stamina and I've got a half decent looking body.
So give it a try, it may seem hard at first, but once you get into it, the gym will become part of your social life. And the rewards are great
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Hmm, while not all the gym goers (that word doesn't look right.. ah, you know what i'm saying anyway) are cavemen, maybe the geek stereotype of forum users shouldn't be spread about so freely?
Then again, MoJo didn't really hold it as a reflection on everyone...
Me? I got into the whole training (strength and cardiovascular) in the pursuit of basketball. Not doing too much at he moment because of exam commitment, but i'm usually doing some kind of training most days of the week, and should get back to peak a little way into the summer.
Now, from this situation, i used to think that i was only in it to help me play basketball a little better, but i do really enjoy training now. Maybe i'm a little odd? But i enjoy the post-workout feeling, relaxed, and having acheived something (well, i guess that's debatable. The weights are in the same place as they were before i went, the running machine still rooted to the same corner, but i do feel like the hard work results in an acheivement).
Running is kind of the same thing. I may get back to the point i started at, but i still enjoy it. Well, it's not that great alone, but running with someone else is better.
I can lift stuff more easily, but it's not really a major thing. I gave up arm wrestling years ago, partly because i wasn't that good, partly because i didn't want to buy into all that pointless competetiveness. Haven't tried since, though i remember reading somewhere that weight training doesn't actually improve your arm wrestling ability at all, because of the nature of the muscle fibres envolved.
It has helped the basketball a lot though.
On the other hand, it's pretty time consuming, and since i started buying mens health, a couple of people have actually asked whether i was gay. Tsk, when will they learn, it's not just a gay porn magazine? Or is it? : D Oh, and it's not nice to see your girlfriend drooling over the bloke on the cover.
Another thing, the girlfriend before last, in the early days once asked me if i had a six pack. Then she asked if that meant i was really vein!
After first taking a minute to get my head round the shock of the question, then trying to think of any sort of an answer, i gave up, mumbled something about basketball and changed the subject.
So maybe people make unfounded judgements about you because of your gymish ways. Or maybe i just date freaks?
Oh, and i think it might actually lead to a bit of vanity. A while ago i bust ligaments in my thumb, then about a fortnight after recovering broke the same thumb, in total, it spanned about 3 or 4 months keeping me out of any upper body training, and for a lot of the time, any other training either.
Towards the end of this time, i found myself looking in the mirror, thinking i was looking a little bit rounder than i used to, and maybe getting a hint of man-***s.
Then i realised, i never used to care before i started training heavily. So i guess it makes you kind of vein.
Or is it just pride in your appearance? I think it's difficult to seperate the two, maybe it's just the degree of interest you have in it that seperates them, or maybe they're the same thing, i guess that depends on the definitions you use.
Anyway, snapping out of the stream of meandering consciousness (i've been going off on tangents like that a lot more since i've been trying to do my exam revision, sometimes i wish i could just keep my head in line and get on with it, don't want to cripple my mind, but these are important exams, and the work needs to be done.. oh, there i go again. bah).
Anyway, i'm not going to go tidy that up now, i have exam revision to do. That's my thoughts on the thing. I should probably try to conclude somehow but i can't really remember exactly what my point was, or what i've said, and i'll be damned if i'm going to try to figure it out again now. Never much good at conclusions anyway. They say not to bring new stuff in, but you can't really just re-state everything you've said, it just sounds rubbish. So that doesn't seem to leave very much to say. Maybe i should just mumble a bit and change the subject. Yes, i like that idea...
Then again, MoJo didn't really hold it as a reflection on everyone...
Me? I got into the whole training (strength and cardiovascular) in the pursuit of basketball. Not doing too much at he moment because of exam commitment, but i'm usually doing some kind of training most days of the week, and should get back to peak a little way into the summer.
Now, from this situation, i used to think that i was only in it to help me play basketball a little better, but i do really enjoy training now. Maybe i'm a little odd? But i enjoy the post-workout feeling, relaxed, and having acheived something (well, i guess that's debatable. The weights are in the same place as they were before i went, the running machine still rooted to the same corner, but i do feel like the hard work results in an acheivement).
Running is kind of the same thing. I may get back to the point i started at, but i still enjoy it. Well, it's not that great alone, but running with someone else is better.
I can lift stuff more easily, but it's not really a major thing. I gave up arm wrestling years ago, partly because i wasn't that good, partly because i didn't want to buy into all that pointless competetiveness. Haven't tried since, though i remember reading somewhere that weight training doesn't actually improve your arm wrestling ability at all, because of the nature of the muscle fibres envolved.
It has helped the basketball a lot though.
On the other hand, it's pretty time consuming, and since i started buying mens health, a couple of people have actually asked whether i was gay. Tsk, when will they learn, it's not just a gay porn magazine? Or is it? : D Oh, and it's not nice to see your girlfriend drooling over the bloke on the cover.
Another thing, the girlfriend before last, in the early days once asked me if i had a six pack. Then she asked if that meant i was really vein!
After first taking a minute to get my head round the shock of the question, then trying to think of any sort of an answer, i gave up, mumbled something about basketball and changed the subject.
So maybe people make unfounded judgements about you because of your gymish ways. Or maybe i just date freaks?
Oh, and i think it might actually lead to a bit of vanity. A while ago i bust ligaments in my thumb, then about a fortnight after recovering broke the same thumb, in total, it spanned about 3 or 4 months keeping me out of any upper body training, and for a lot of the time, any other training either.
Towards the end of this time, i found myself looking in the mirror, thinking i was looking a little bit rounder than i used to, and maybe getting a hint of man-***s.
Then i realised, i never used to care before i started training heavily. So i guess it makes you kind of vein.
Or is it just pride in your appearance? I think it's difficult to seperate the two, maybe it's just the degree of interest you have in it that seperates them, or maybe they're the same thing, i guess that depends on the definitions you use.
Anyway, snapping out of the stream of meandering consciousness (i've been going off on tangents like that a lot more since i've been trying to do my exam revision, sometimes i wish i could just keep my head in line and get on with it, don't want to cripple my mind, but these are important exams, and the work needs to be done.. oh, there i go again. bah).
Anyway, i'm not going to go tidy that up now, i have exam revision to do. That's my thoughts on the thing. I should probably try to conclude somehow but i can't really remember exactly what my point was, or what i've said, and i'll be damned if i'm going to try to figure it out again now. Never much good at conclusions anyway. They say not to bring new stuff in, but you can't really just re-state everything you've said, it just sounds rubbish. So that doesn't seem to leave very much to say. Maybe i should just mumble a bit and change the subject. Yes, i like that idea...
Yes, yes, I'm sure you're rock hard. Idiot.
I don't lift weights. I play sport. Because weights are for idiots who think they rule because they can lumber about. Sport is for fun, and has the added advantage of getting you fit.
I don't lift weights. I play sport. Because weights are for idiots who think they rule because they can lumber about. Sport is for fun, and has the added advantage of getting you fit.
I agree with the Mojo guy. Going to the gym is worth it in the long run. But then, that's coming from someone who needs the self confidence.
Each to his own, I guess.
Still, some people do take it far too seriously...
Each to his own, I guess.
Still, some people do take it far too seriously...
(Do you need to have a mirror nearby to jack one off?)
Please, please don't insult the sweaty ones.
(I bet it's true though.)
Please, please don't insult the sweaty ones.
(I bet it's true though.)
Bloody kids
Ah, that's the life GoatOAP
LOl
Fair enough.
I used to do weights until I realised they were heavy and it occured to me I was being silly.
I lift stuff when I can't find other stuff, run when I'm being pursued and smear myself in baby oil when I need to circumnavigate air-vents.
Other than that,I loll about and smoke.
Fair enough.
I used to do weights until I realised they were heavy and it occured to me I was being silly.
I lift stuff when I can't find other stuff, run when I'm being pursued and smear myself in baby oil when I need to circumnavigate air-vents.
Other than that,I loll about and smoke.
Hmm, my Sociology teacher keeps accusing me of being gay too...
Anyway, at our age (well, not your age Goatboy, being that you're 45) you can't get as buff as Arnie anyway. We just tone up a lot, making us look great
*flexes in mirror while rubbing himself with baby oil)
Anyway, at our age (well, not your age Goatboy, being that you're 45) you can't get as buff as Arnie anyway. We just tone up a lot, making us look great
*flexes in mirror while rubbing himself with baby oil)
Can anyone say "Homo-Erotic" here?
You post about fighting and lifting weights.
You are
(a) Ted Nugent
(b) Meatloaf
(c) Henry Rollins
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Seriously though, I am concerned about the amount of testosterone coursing through your veins.
So you recommend we all go to the gym, start lifting heavy things and putting them down again to "get buff"?
And then we all stand about in pants admiring each other's "ripped" bods?
Did you know Ahnolt had to tone his exercise down for "Conan" because he couldn't swing a sword, his arms were too far from his body to move them?
Good on you for taking an interest in inflating yourself to gargantuan proportions, but not everyone that doesn't go to the gym etc is "a geek".
You may be "buff", but I could kick your face off in a second.
I'd use the power of ROCK and stun you into submission, then stand astride you with lighter held aloft and sing something emo about how bad I felt about it all.
So yeah, eat meat, fight other naked men and stuff.
You post about fighting and lifting weights.
You are
(a) Ted Nugent
(b) Meatloaf
(c) Henry Rollins
---
Seriously though, I am concerned about the amount of testosterone coursing through your veins.
So you recommend we all go to the gym, start lifting heavy things and putting them down again to "get buff"?
And then we all stand about in pants admiring each other's "ripped" bods?
Did you know Ahnolt had to tone his exercise down for "Conan" because he couldn't swing a sword, his arms were too far from his body to move them?
Good on you for taking an interest in inflating yourself to gargantuan proportions, but not everyone that doesn't go to the gym etc is "a geek".
You may be "buff", but I could kick your face off in a second.
I'd use the power of ROCK and stun you into submission, then stand astride you with lighter held aloft and sing something emo about how bad I felt about it all.
So yeah, eat meat, fight other naked men and stuff.
Picture the scene - you're in a large room, filled with machines. These machines don't make anything, they don't churn anything out, and they don't fix anything. The room is full of particularly large men, usually bald, with big belts on and short sleeved tops. There are constant grunts coming from these men. No, this isn't a set for a porn film, this is a gym, and the machines are used for working out. And chances are, this is your idea of hell. But not for me, for me, this is just another day.
OK, how much of your life do you dedicate to NOT going to the gym? That much? Wow. Well that's as much as I dedicate my life TO going to the gym. How often do you consider going to the gym? That's as much as I consider NOT going to the gym. How much- Well, you get the idea.
Every time I've seen a photo of someone from these forums, they've been geeks. Nerdy weaklings, often with glasses. And you all seem to be quite good in school/college, which is usually an indication that you're nearly all kids who would rather sit at your computer or do homework than go to the gym. That, my friends, usually means you're rather skinny, and your view of the gym is that it's full of big sweaty blokes who have a shared IQ of a glass of water. Well, yes, fair enough, that is true of a lot of gym goers. But the rest of us? We're just like you... albeit stronger
You see, back in the day, I too, was a geek. Well, not your stereotypical Saved By The Bell geek, but I sure as heck wasn't built like Mr Universe, and even the fat kids could beat me in an arm wrestle. I'd see all the big kids who worked out at home getting loads of attention from the lasses, and let's just say it didn't put me in the best of moods. So when I was 16, I arranged with my mate (one of the kids who the lasses loved) to work out around his house one day. It was hard, and I do mean hard. But it wasn't so hard that I wanted to give up. In fact, the workout was nice and painless... compared to the next day, when the soreness kicks in. I was having a meal and I couldn't even hold up my bottle of Big Bud, that's how much my arms hurt.
But, I kept at it. I learnt that my school had a small gym, so I started going after school. Soon I was there every single weekday. I was at the gym so much I didn't even have time to do my homework (not that I would've done it anyway) After a while I actually had something to flex, and the beer belly that had started to develop was being turned into a washboard.
Now, two years on, I have weights at home, I go to Birtley gym once or twice a week with my mates, and soon I'm getting a punch bag in my garage so I can keep up my boxing abilities. And it's all good. Now I can get into arm wrestling competitions without the shame of being beaten in a matter of seconds. I can shift heavy objects around no problem. I can even hit a punch bag and make it move, instead of my fist just bouncing off. I've had lasses admire my pac and arms, and, most importantly, I've got a lot more self confidence. Gone are the days where I was to be terrified of every radgie who stopped me in the street. I'm not saying I can take on entire gangs of people, but I'd do much better in a fight now than I would have a few years ago.
Isn't all this worth going to the gym and getting a bit sweaty, feeling a little sore in the arms and legs the next day, and the pitiful cost of like £2 a trip? And let's not forget, the immense sense of achievement. When you have a look in the mirror, and see you actually have shoulders, you have biceps, you have a nice six pac coming in, there's nothing quite like it. You've worked hard and you've been rewarded. Just the other day I was shifting this big heavy chair around the house, and I realised how much difficulty I used to have moving it just a year ago. Yesterday I was lifting it up over my head with ease.
So don't write off the gym as pointless and a place where you go and just get hot and sweaty, and certainly don't write off the people who use it as meat head jocks. Because we're not like that. I'm still a geek at heart, I still like playing games on my computer, I still like Star Wars, and I still enjoy just messing around on the internet. But the difference is, I don’t look like a geek anymore. I'm fit, I'm healthy, I've got strength, I've got stamina and I've got a half decent looking body.
So give it a try, it may seem hard at first, but once you get into it, the gym will become part of your social life. And the rewards are great
OK, how much of your life do you dedicate to NOT going to the gym? That much? Wow. Well that's as much as I dedicate my life TO going to the gym. How often do you consider going to the gym? That's as much as I consider NOT going to the gym. How much- Well, you get the idea.
Every time I've seen a photo of someone from these forums, they've been geeks. Nerdy weaklings, often with glasses. And you all seem to be quite good in school/college, which is usually an indication that you're nearly all kids who would rather sit at your computer or do homework than go to the gym. That, my friends, usually means you're rather skinny, and your view of the gym is that it's full of big sweaty blokes who have a shared IQ of a glass of water. Well, yes, fair enough, that is true of a lot of gym goers. But the rest of us? We're just like you... albeit stronger
You see, back in the day, I too, was a geek. Well, not your stereotypical Saved By The Bell geek, but I sure as heck wasn't built like Mr Universe, and even the fat kids could beat me in an arm wrestle. I'd see all the big kids who worked out at home getting loads of attention from the lasses, and let's just say it didn't put me in the best of moods. So when I was 16, I arranged with my mate (one of the kids who the lasses loved) to work out around his house one day. It was hard, and I do mean hard. But it wasn't so hard that I wanted to give up. In fact, the workout was nice and painless... compared to the next day, when the soreness kicks in. I was having a meal and I couldn't even hold up my bottle of Big Bud, that's how much my arms hurt.
But, I kept at it. I learnt that my school had a small gym, so I started going after school. Soon I was there every single weekday. I was at the gym so much I didn't even have time to do my homework (not that I would've done it anyway) After a while I actually had something to flex, and the beer belly that had started to develop was being turned into a washboard.
Now, two years on, I have weights at home, I go to Birtley gym once or twice a week with my mates, and soon I'm getting a punch bag in my garage so I can keep up my boxing abilities. And it's all good. Now I can get into arm wrestling competitions without the shame of being beaten in a matter of seconds. I can shift heavy objects around no problem. I can even hit a punch bag and make it move, instead of my fist just bouncing off. I've had lasses admire my pac and arms, and, most importantly, I've got a lot more self confidence. Gone are the days where I was to be terrified of every radgie who stopped me in the street. I'm not saying I can take on entire gangs of people, but I'd do much better in a fight now than I would have a few years ago.
Isn't all this worth going to the gym and getting a bit sweaty, feeling a little sore in the arms and legs the next day, and the pitiful cost of like £2 a trip? And let's not forget, the immense sense of achievement. When you have a look in the mirror, and see you actually have shoulders, you have biceps, you have a nice six pac coming in, there's nothing quite like it. You've worked hard and you've been rewarded. Just the other day I was shifting this big heavy chair around the house, and I realised how much difficulty I used to have moving it just a year ago. Yesterday I was lifting it up over my head with ease.
So don't write off the gym as pointless and a place where you go and just get hot and sweaty, and certainly don't write off the people who use it as meat head jocks. Because we're not like that. I'm still a geek at heart, I still like playing games on my computer, I still like Star Wars, and I still enjoy just messing around on the internet. But the difference is, I don’t look like a geek anymore. I'm fit, I'm healthy, I've got strength, I've got stamina and I've got a half decent looking body.
So give it a try, it may seem hard at first, but once you get into it, the gym will become part of your social life. And the rewards are great
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