Finnegan's Wake

I started lifting at like 8 or so I think. My brother had a weight set. I remember overhead pressing 50 lbs + whatever the bar weighed, so probably 65 lbs, at that time.
I got bench up to 200 by freshman year, then just kind of lost interest for a couple years after gym wasn't a required class anymore.
 
My brothers had a bench set, too, but just dumbbells from what I recall. I was partially not interested, wanting to take martial arts instead, and my brothers would hog the bench anyways.

Thinking about it...I could probably out-deadlift two out of three of them. The youngest of them is just stupidly strong, so he probably wouldn't have a problem once I show him proper form.
 
Don't feel bad, Tamil. I bloomed late. I grew up in a house full of all sorts of illicit substances, but I didn't even start drinking until 15 or 16.

Moral of the post 2062 is, never call a man out of someone else's house...unless you're wearing a helmet.
 
I was 290 just a couple of years ago. I matured fast.
Mustache at 11
Beard at 13
Started going bald at 16
Began smoking at 8, quit when I was 10 to begin drug use. Quit drugs at 13 and started smoking again. Quit when I was 15, started again in college. Began drinking at 19-20. Random hallucinagens for a while, settled on Salvia D and booze as my drugs of choice.

Wow I bet there is a very interesting life story to go along with those ages.
 
Not really. I lived in a very, very poor county. Old coal mining community that has been slowly dying for years. Every time I visit, another building has burned down cause some Meth zombie blew himself up in it.
You can get a 3 bedroom house w/ garage for 10,000 dollars. 6.50 an hour is good pay for the cost of life, so no one ever needs to excel passed Wal Mart. 60% of the populace gets high on something every night, the other 40% are busy damning them to Hell, but in the end:
No one cares. Total apathy. The motto of the area is "Its not worth the fucking effort." Most of the people are content to roll around in shit with shitty lives and total apathy for everything.

My story is basically of the guy who tried to pull his friends out of whatever chaos and bullshit drama we'd gotten ourselves into; but no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't get it through my head that people have to save themselves. I finally washed my hands of it, moved 3 hours away, and began again.

Its worked out pretty well for me.
 
Hm yeah, people have to want to help themselves. Otherwise you keep getting sucked into stupid drama instead of perhaps doing something extraordinary...
 
finn I think you should buy a pet turtle, it will symbolize your new found optimism.
 
I'm certainly not an optimist. Closer to nihilist actually.
And I don't like turtles. They take too long to die.
 
I heard some turtles can live for like 100 years. I hope my turtle lives that long, it would be cool to have the same pet for like 50+ years.
 
grabbed him by either side of his head and squeezed as hard as I could
I remember seeing someone get taken to the ground and had their face being palmed, then a almost handstand being done on their face.

He didn't get up for a while.
 
No, I mean when you try to kill them, they take too long to die. A few friends of mine were trying to cook a turtle once, and it was still having involuntary muscle contractions 10 hours after its head was cut off.

Did you know that if you cut out a turtle's heart, it will still beat if you hold it in your hand, even hours later?
 
No, I mean when you try to kill them, they take too long to die. A few friends of mine were trying to cook a turtle once, and it was still having involuntary muscle contractions 10 hours after its head was cut off.

Did you know that if you cut out a turtle's heart, it will still beat if you hold it in your hand, even hours later?

I've done it to a frog once in lab. I think it kinda goes for most amphibians. After I took the heart out I left it on the lab bench and it kept beating, pretty kewl. Enough about how long it takes turtles to die, this subject saddens me.
 
2 of my best friends were doing crank for the better part of a year. I only saw them on the weekends and we were always drunk as hell anyways, so my dumb ass didn't even notice until one of them told me. I sat them down and told them I was gonna beat their asses if I ever caught them touching that shit again. they had a hard time with it at first but it worked out for the better. Seven years later, we're all still friends and those 2 have their shit together.

But if things would have turned out differently, and they kept on with that shit. I'm sure I'd be sitting here minus 2 friends. I knew I couldn't beat it out of them.
 
Couldn't tell you. Never tried it. The only effect that I saw was that they didn't sleep for days.

I'd hangout with them all weekend. Friday, we'd get wasted and I'd pass out on the couch while Jay played his guitar and Lenny surfed the net. 8 or 9 hours later, I'd wake up and the fuckers hadn't so much as moved.
 
It's super speed. The only way I've been able to drink nonstop through the night and still "function" was when I was doing that as well.
 
I'm very ignorant with drugs, what the hell is crank??


I believe crank is crystal meth. It's disgusting shit made out of things like Clorox and match heads and other things you find around your house every day. It's probably the most lethal drug around, at least to my knowledge.
 
Intervals

Tabata Protocol (20 w/ 10 rest/ 4 minutes, one interval rest between rounds (30 seconds)
Rd 1: Sledgehammer swings (10 lbs)
Rd 2: jump rope (sprint in place, high knee)
Rd 3: Sledge swings
Rd 4: jump Rope
Rd 5: Sledge swings
Rd 6: jumping jacks (it began to sleet during the sledge swings, so I had to move indoors)

Impressions:
Feel good. Not winded at all. Averaged 19 swings per interval. Not sure of the rope turns.
 
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