It's not all bad now is it?
Tonights lesson is to be humble, because that is the real manly and most glorious way to go about things. Try your heart out. Never be afraid to try, and if you fail, well hey, at least you tried. You're a man, now take it on the chin. Get up, dust yourself down, and move on to the next.
''A loser is someone who tries and fails. Who shoots and misses. How many shots have you taken lately?''
Thursday, 11 September 2008
Sunday, 7 September 2008
Goals
My goals are to drop weight to Ten stone five.
> To be able to do 50 chinups unassisted
.To be able to do forty mph on the bike
>To be a faster runner
>To be able to run 7miles with ease
>30inch waist
>Ripped abs
>V shape
>5% bodyfat
by the 5/10/08
which gives me 27 days.
I'm going to do this by using a mixture of plyometrics, powerlifting, crossfit, Steve Cotter and Mike Mahler type stuff. Lots of cardio.
Todays workout:
-5 minute treadmill interval warmup
-50 reverse crunches
-1 minutes of reverse cycling
-50 burpees
-50 weighted box jumps
-75 closegrip press-ups
-50 straight-leg deadlifts into bicepcurls
-100 squats
-50box squats
-1000m row
-Sprint on bike until bonk* (*out of energy)
> To be able to do 50 chinups unassisted
.To be able to do forty mph on the bike
>To be a faster runner
>To be able to run 7miles with ease
>30inch waist
>Ripped abs
>V shape
>5% bodyfat
by the 5/10/08
which gives me 27 days.
I'm going to do this by using a mixture of plyometrics, powerlifting, crossfit, Steve Cotter and Mike Mahler type stuff. Lots of cardio.
Todays workout:
-5 minute treadmill interval warmup
-50 reverse crunches
-1 minutes of reverse cycling
-50 burpees
-50 weighted box jumps
-75 closegrip press-ups
-50 straight-leg deadlifts into bicepcurls
-100 squats
-50box squats
-1000m row
-Sprint on bike until bonk* (*out of energy)
Wednesday, 3 September 2008
Peak Performance
I haven't posted in a while. My life is a little disorganised. Starting now, I'm going to get back on track to where I was before I stopped posting reguarly.
A few months ago, before I was kicked out of my house by my mother, I was starting to really get where I wanted to be. I was becoming increasingly motivated, I was ready to go for a new career in the Navy. I was fit, healthy, eating well, cool, funny, sociable, getting laid, purposeful, sticking to goals, I was reading a book a week. So on.
After I was made homeless, I was still purposeful, but only for a short while. I was motivated to make money, get a job, find a place to live, but whereas before I was made homeless, I was building for the future, everything became more short-term, more like building for today.
After about 3weeks or so, I moved back home, everything was comfortable at home again, the argument had stopped, I went back into my comfort zone, I reduced the hours I'd been working, well shit, I didn't need the money anymore, the meals were paid for. I stopped reading, because it was easier to watch the TV, I didn't feel the need to go to the gym so much, because I'd eaten badly for a few weeks, hadn't gotten fat, and I didn't look too shabby, my abs weren't as ripped as I'd like, but I wasn't looking too bad. My metabolism was obviously in order, why waste my time with the gym? Actually, not so long after I moved back, I bought a Nintendo Wii, and I was like, ''Awesome, the Wii keeps me fit. It's fun too, I can put on some 50 cent too and pretend I'm Floyd Mayweather as I flail around my bedroom, knocking out animated video game characters woooooo!!'
This went on, until I got bored of the Wii. I decided to go back to the gym, because apart from my shitty part time job, I didn't have anything else to do during the day. I got outstandingly fit, I was outrunning Grant Leadbitter on the treadmill, I was strong, agile, but still I didn't really give a fuck, in a way, even though I could run 10miles in little over an hour, cycle at 130rpm for over 3hours, lift heavy as fuck weights and do hit loads of chin-ups without breaking a sweat, I was just going through the motions. I'd finish a workout, have a protein shake, eat a steak and some vegetables, then about an hour later I'd be eating whole bars of chocolates.
Then I came into some bizarre notion, that I shouldn't even bother running or cycling anymore, even though I love running and cycling, because cardiovascular activity is lame, and all I have to do is lift weights, and I'll be like the Incredible Hulk.
This is like comfort zone deluxe city. Two years ago, I was fat and could barely lift anything, or run or cycle for anymore than 20minutes, now I'm happy to just coast through what would be my only productive outlet, because my ego has taken control, and now I believe that I can just eat whatever the fuck I want and so on and not do shit, and I'll still be in great shape.
Next, I go on holiday, and I end up losing my job.
I get motivated to quickly get a new one, but become increasingly disheartened at the way the 'system' works out. I don't want to work in a call centre, still, I go looking for a job everyday, then I just get fed up, and it's easier just to collect my dole money. Where the fuck is this going to end up?
Well, I've decided it has to stop.
I'm setting my own ground rules.
I can go to the gym, but only after I have been looking for a job EVERYDAY, in a serious fashion.
If I go to the gym it's to get in not only good shape, but faster, stronger, more agile, and will be accompanied by a workout PLAN which will be followed to the letter, EVERYDAY.
I read ONE book a week.
I will update this DAILY.
Peak performance has to start somewhere.
-Michael
Peak
A few months ago, before I was kicked out of my house by my mother, I was starting to really get where I wanted to be. I was becoming increasingly motivated, I was ready to go for a new career in the Navy. I was fit, healthy, eating well, cool, funny, sociable, getting laid, purposeful, sticking to goals, I was reading a book a week. So on.
After I was made homeless, I was still purposeful, but only for a short while. I was motivated to make money, get a job, find a place to live, but whereas before I was made homeless, I was building for the future, everything became more short-term, more like building for today.
After about 3weeks or so, I moved back home, everything was comfortable at home again, the argument had stopped, I went back into my comfort zone, I reduced the hours I'd been working, well shit, I didn't need the money anymore, the meals were paid for. I stopped reading, because it was easier to watch the TV, I didn't feel the need to go to the gym so much, because I'd eaten badly for a few weeks, hadn't gotten fat, and I didn't look too shabby, my abs weren't as ripped as I'd like, but I wasn't looking too bad. My metabolism was obviously in order, why waste my time with the gym? Actually, not so long after I moved back, I bought a Nintendo Wii, and I was like, ''Awesome, the Wii keeps me fit. It's fun too, I can put on some 50 cent too and pretend I'm Floyd Mayweather as I flail around my bedroom, knocking out animated video game characters woooooo!!'
This went on, until I got bored of the Wii. I decided to go back to the gym, because apart from my shitty part time job, I didn't have anything else to do during the day. I got outstandingly fit, I was outrunning Grant Leadbitter on the treadmill, I was strong, agile, but still I didn't really give a fuck, in a way, even though I could run 10miles in little over an hour, cycle at 130rpm for over 3hours, lift heavy as fuck weights and do hit loads of chin-ups without breaking a sweat, I was just going through the motions. I'd finish a workout, have a protein shake, eat a steak and some vegetables, then about an hour later I'd be eating whole bars of chocolates.
Then I came into some bizarre notion, that I shouldn't even bother running or cycling anymore, even though I love running and cycling, because cardiovascular activity is lame, and all I have to do is lift weights, and I'll be like the Incredible Hulk.
This is like comfort zone deluxe city. Two years ago, I was fat and could barely lift anything, or run or cycle for anymore than 20minutes, now I'm happy to just coast through what would be my only productive outlet, because my ego has taken control, and now I believe that I can just eat whatever the fuck I want and so on and not do shit, and I'll still be in great shape.
Next, I go on holiday, and I end up losing my job.
I get motivated to quickly get a new one, but become increasingly disheartened at the way the 'system' works out. I don't want to work in a call centre, still, I go looking for a job everyday, then I just get fed up, and it's easier just to collect my dole money. Where the fuck is this going to end up?
Well, I've decided it has to stop.
I'm setting my own ground rules.
I can go to the gym, but only after I have been looking for a job EVERYDAY, in a serious fashion.
If I go to the gym it's to get in not only good shape, but faster, stronger, more agile, and will be accompanied by a workout PLAN which will be followed to the letter, EVERYDAY.
I read ONE book a week.
I will update this DAILY.
Peak performance has to start somewhere.
-Michael
Peak
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