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wolfman87
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well i finally got back into the game again today. it's been too long, about three and a half months in fact. over the summer i ran a dbol test cyp cycle and made some pretty good gains (22 pounds kept 17).
unfortunately at the very end half way into my dermacrine sustain pct i injured my right shoulder fuckin around playing in a pickup lacrosse game with some friends and then my right knee probably a week later. i'm not sure what caused it but i was running and all of a sudden it "popped out of place". that's the only way i can describe it. anyway i got helped to my car from a girl running by on the path (on a side note i got her number fellas and to my surprise girls like guys in need. who knew cause i sure didn't. it's also very weird driving with your left foot).
the doc said everything looked normal in the X-ray and said that i should try stretching it everyday until it gets better (my leg was stuck at a 45 degree angle) i don't think he had ever seen anything like it. anyway after a few days of staying home and stretching, it randomly popped back into place but whenever i moved it it felt really painful. reminded me of the tin man who needed oil.
during the time it took for my shoulder and knee to get better i started back at college and got a temporary job at a starbucks to kill the extra time i would have been using to go to the gym. this decision to get a job at starbucks was very regretable because i got addicted to the paycheck. i was physically able to hit the gym again probably a month ago but between school, work, and studying i had no time or desire to go back to the gym. my state of mind was that of "i wasn't making any money working out so why quit and go back?". yes i got greedy. i got a taste of not being poor and living off my parents rare donations which was good while it lasted.
but recent events (my work is turning into a nazi death camp) have opened my eyes. the last time i can remember being really happy was being dirt poor with my three best friends, the iron, the O sack, and my best buddy not necessarily in that order. so i decided to say fuck it about my job and put in my two weeks.
the only good thing about getting that job is that now i have enough money to start another cycle. i blew off work for a couple hours and hit the gym today and wasn't surprised by my poor performance. to be honest i'm not sure the 17 pounds i kept stayed muscle which isn't surprising either
. my manager was rather upset but that's another story.
so now my plan of action is to finish out my last to weeks at starbucks, thank god. then get my strength back up to a decent level and start a new cycle. i'm shooting for december 1 to start a new one but i don't think i'm gonna make it for a few reasons.
and in the words of Snoop and R Kelly, "that's that". thanks for reading i know it was long but i felt an urge to tell my story.
unfortunately at the very end half way into my dermacrine sustain pct i injured my right shoulder fuckin around playing in a pickup lacrosse game with some friends and then my right knee probably a week later. i'm not sure what caused it but i was running and all of a sudden it "popped out of place". that's the only way i can describe it. anyway i got helped to my car from a girl running by on the path (on a side note i got her number fellas and to my surprise girls like guys in need. who knew cause i sure didn't. it's also very weird driving with your left foot).
the doc said everything looked normal in the X-ray and said that i should try stretching it everyday until it gets better (my leg was stuck at a 45 degree angle) i don't think he had ever seen anything like it. anyway after a few days of staying home and stretching, it randomly popped back into place but whenever i moved it it felt really painful. reminded me of the tin man who needed oil.
during the time it took for my shoulder and knee to get better i started back at college and got a temporary job at a starbucks to kill the extra time i would have been using to go to the gym. this decision to get a job at starbucks was very regretable because i got addicted to the paycheck. i was physically able to hit the gym again probably a month ago but between school, work, and studying i had no time or desire to go back to the gym. my state of mind was that of "i wasn't making any money working out so why quit and go back?". yes i got greedy. i got a taste of not being poor and living off my parents rare donations which was good while it lasted.
but recent events (my work is turning into a nazi death camp) have opened my eyes. the last time i can remember being really happy was being dirt poor with my three best friends, the iron, the O sack, and my best buddy not necessarily in that order. so i decided to say fuck it about my job and put in my two weeks.
the only good thing about getting that job is that now i have enough money to start another cycle. i blew off work for a couple hours and hit the gym today and wasn't surprised by my poor performance. to be honest i'm not sure the 17 pounds i kept stayed muscle which isn't surprising either
. my manager was rather upset but that's another story.so now my plan of action is to finish out my last to weeks at starbucks, thank god. then get my strength back up to a decent level and start a new cycle. i'm shooting for december 1 to start a new one but i don't think i'm gonna make it for a few reasons.
and in the words of Snoop and R Kelly, "that's that". thanks for reading i know it was long but i felt an urge to tell my story.
