Re: Tell me everything about you and your cycles and bb/power lifter life stile. I mean everything you can think of. Then reply to my post here!!!!!!!!!!!
Bulging super-human-sized biceps, titanic triceps, Herculean chiseled chest, boulders for shoulders, titan traps, Priest’s forearms, Platz’s hamstrings, Paul de Mayo’s Quads, a back so massive it has its own zip code and induces eclipses – all tremendously desirable qualities that I have long pondered and contemplated, assessed and measured, recorded and calculated, and still I find myself as excited as a kid on Christmas day, as enchanted as when an explorer finds in the distance what has been for the longest while his sole motivator and ultimate goal – new territory. Bodybuilding has been scarred by the media and taken hostage by peoples’ ignorance, belligerence and hostility towards the unknown – ferocious muscles pulsating with life, coming together in the perfect harmony of pain, anger, love, hate, stress, satisfaction, dedication, perseverance, determination, enthusiasm, contentment, and passion, the latter being the most significant to build a quality physique – a phrase desired by many and understood by the few. What most critics seem to find ambiguous is the amount of work it takes to build a quality physique, and the notion of steroids, though it may seem as what drives the bodybuilding “industry” since Arnold started ingesting dbols like they were M&Ms. I find myself looking in the mirror wherever I find one, flexing in the shadows, sneaking a peak at my rear triceps in the reflection of my newly-waxed car windows, and subtly flexing my biceps on the huge reflective window as I walk past Canadian Bagel. My entire life I’ve been seeking perfection, and upon realizing that nothing or no one is perfect, I’ve also come to realize that the closet you can come to perfection, the means to beat the chiseled David statues is through attaining an outstanding physique – bulging, vascular, and shredded. The epitome of happiness, the personification of everything that is satisfactory in my life, the embodiment of all that comes second after my unperturbed faith in the all Mighty, can be narrowed down to one thing – brute strength and muscularity. Arnold compared it to having an orgasm. All the critics laughed at his simile, and his imagery was too shocking for most to comprehend, but every one of you on here KNOW and fully comprehend the ramifications of what he implied. I too feel the pleasure of bodybuilding is so intense, that it is orgasmic. The way to perfection was paved by many supplements, performance enhancers, drugs, etc…I’ve tried pretty much everything in the supplements world…. it is the dark side of things that keeps pulling me in however, the bad size, the BEAST inside me that beckons for that first shot of susta250 or that shadow stanazolol in the horizon. If life is a journey, and it is a means to an end, then I’d like the road to be paved with 145 lbs rusted dumbbells.