What a weekendGRILLMAN CHECKS IN
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My old friend Kirk Karwoski shot up from Maryland this past weekend and per usual his larger-than-life persona was still smoldering and churning in full undiminished force. He pulled into town on Saturday and coincidentally a small powerlifting competition was being conducted at the local United Auto Workers union hall. Chuck Deluxe was lifting and Kirk wanted to see Chuck so despite he and his significant other (Julie) having just driven two hours to get to the house, we immediately shot over the union hall to check out the lifting. Walking into the competition with Karwoski is a little like walking into a local nightclub to see a local band with Keith Richards in tow. I purposefully told no one he might drop by so when we got inside it was an utter shock to the locals.I could literally see and hear the word spread as one lifter nudged the next and the next and the next and heads swiveled to check out this still amazingly dense human derrick. Hey! Thats Kirk Karwoski! Hey! The Captain is here! What the hell is up with that!? Eyes bugged and lots of nervous Howdy Sir! and Hey what are you doing here? As luck would have it Monster Muscle magazine had set up a booth and were selling a huge Kirk poster Id never seen before. Lifters wanted their photos taken with da captain and he commenced to autographing posters in between helping Chuck. Deluxe made a great 550 raw squat weighing 219 but tweaked his lower back powering it through after getting bent forward coming out of the hole. He was severely hurting but gutted out two benches before the pain increased and we convinced him to bag it.
He was staying with his in-town in-laws and they own a hellacious hot tub, as Chuck called it. He took off to go sit in the tub and drink beer. I told him not to pass out and drown. Kirk and Julie and I split and headed back home to have a few beers ourselves; with our beer goggles firmly in place, we somehow constructed as excellent made-from-scratch marinara kitchen sink sauce containing local sausage, loads of garlic, some strips of smoked country bacon, hot jalapeo and fresh yellow peppers from Stacys garden we made a gallon and layered it over some excellent angel hair pasta. The next day Dr. John Emmett drove up from Baltimore and the three of us fine-tuned our dog-and-pony routine for the commencement reality TV show filming set to commence next Sunday. John looked good and we took a walk/run around the farm before settling down to business. The approach with the folks selected will be a little harsher than my usual tone and demeanor as both John and Kirk are extremely concerned about the short timeframe sixty-days and each betrayed a basic lack of faith in human nature. I have a little more faith in the folks selected but this will definitely NOT be a Richard Simmons we may be fat but lets all feel good about ourselves approach. On the other hand Kirk will not be making some poor obese person carry him on their shoulders to the refrigerator to get another beer. I know Im obsessing on the Biggest Loser but on the TV Guide Channel I caught the two loser personal trainers being interviewed and I spit out my coffee when the girl trainer said that their biggest contribution to the contestants well-being was helping them redefine their relationship with food. With what? A riding crop and a jackboot placed on the neck? The muscle-challenged dyed blond male trainer echoed her earnest sentiment saying, so much of our approach is mental. I thought to myself, this same rationale was used by the sadistic warden in Cool Hand Luke as he meted out yet-another cruel punishment and would drawl, What we have here is a failure to communicate. Cant wait to see who gets carted off in the ambulance this week as the prison camp trainers drive more of the cattle into the ground for audience grins, giggles and high Nielsen ratings.
HELLO MARTY,
I HOPE YOUR FAT-REDUCTION/ LIFESTYLE-CHANGE SHOW IS ON A ROLL. WELL, I PULLED 605 X 5 TODAY KISS-AND-GO WITH STRAPS RULE THE UNIVERSE LIKE MING THE MERCILESS. THEN I FINISHED WITH 2 SETS OF STIFFS 475X5, THEN 495X5. THAT SET FELT LIKE I WAS PULLING 135, NO KIDDING I WAS SOMEWHERE ELSE - THAT’S ALL I KNOW - I LOVE BEING THERE……I FINISHED THE DAY WITH 2 SETS OF THE WHEEL AND I WAS TOAST. TIME FOR ME TO REPLENISH THE BODY WITH FLUIDS AND ICE-CREAM.
LATER POPS, GRILL
605×5 - EXCELLENT! Whats happening is the back muscles are being attacked and built as never before - there is nothing more intense or beneficial for building back than touch-and-go deads wearing straps. There is an overload factor that cannot be duplicated and those who sneer at straps derisively and dismissively saying, “I want to build my grip!” are missing the proverbial boat: I want to BUILD MY BACK! Straps allow me to add extra growth-producing reps unavailable and undoable without the canvas: Ive never lost a deadlift in competition due to a lack of grip - though I missed a lot of them due to lack of strengthwith straps I turn singles into a triples, a triple into a five and a five rep set into an eight rep set….funny that you are getting into the little wheel-of-death as (Hugh) Cassidy was nuts about the wheel and use to do multiple sets at the conclusion of a workout wearing a 50-pound weight vest. He felt that as a finish exercise the wheel (rolled way out, held for a beat and powered back to the start) provided an incredible overall ‘pump and flush’ that hit every muscle on the ‘front side of the torso.’ Keep rolling the wheel son…maybe sometime youll find a weight vest tooLet work that dead up to 705×5 over the next five weeks.
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