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I have a soft spot in my heart for Dave Draper, not only because of quotes like the one posted above, but also because he starred in a movie with Sharon Tate, who (unfortunately) you may remember was brutally murdered by the Manson Family. The film is called "Don't Make Waves", if you haven't seen it and you're interested in scoping it out. The movie's not going to change your life, but you will get to see Dave and other old school guys in it. (I'm very into those 60's movies and movie stars.)
And there's your movie trivia for the day!
I'll check that out if I can find it somewhere
Thanks for sharing this info IronInsanity...will subscribe to the newsletter
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From Dave's newsletter tonight:
It’s every ironhead this side of crazy who cannot go a day without his fix. There they are, strung out before the dumbbell racks, hooked on the cables and getting loaded at the squat cage. They’re high on chins and down on deadlifts. They’re cool on a very hot and celebrated day, a summer day of American liberty and freedom. I joined them in the free-for-all. We are family, after all. All for one, and one for all. Rich and poor, young and old, short and tall. Masters of our own imprisonment, we go where we want, when we want and how we want. The truth is, we go where we must.
You can take my worldly possessions, the clothes off my back, my Timex, the black and white Motorola, the sardines from the cupboard, but don’t take my gym.
It’s every ironhead this side of crazy who cannot go a day without his fix. There they are, strung out before the dumbbell racks, hooked on the cables and getting loaded at the squat cage. They’re high on chins and down on deadlifts. They’re cool on a very hot and celebrated day, a summer day of American liberty and freedom. I joined them in the free-for-all. We are family, after all. All for one, and one for all. Rich and poor, young and old, short and tall. Masters of our own imprisonment, we go where we want, when we want and how we want. The truth is, we go where we must.
You can take my worldly possessions, the clothes off my back, my Timex, the black and white Motorola, the sardines from the cupboard, but don’t take my gym.
IronInsanity
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- May 3, 2011
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A little more from the Blonde Bomber's recent newsletter:
Staying motivated when the world is coming down on all sides is a problem many of us face regularly. We don’t have to go very far before we trip over an obstacle, encounter a detour or fall into a deep, fiery pit where monsters live. Whether getting to the gym across town, entering the foreboding doors to the iron tonnage in the garage or approaching the bench -- the torture rack -- in the basement, heaviness in the heart and mind is like lead in the seat of our pants. I want candy, TV and the couch, you think, but your fat and skinny conscience fights like a rabid dog.
You’re a tough one; you made it and there they are, the roly-poly weights and all the neat benches, pulleys and gadgets you could think of, ready for action. You say, why me, why today... why? Because, that’s why. Why is the sky blue? Because, that’s why. You don’t need an answer; the answer is in the first set. You’re here and good fight begins.
It’s those of us who don’t make it to the gym floor or accept the clever, all-inclusive answer "Because, that’s why" who have the big problem. Purpose has withered; it has become less than the need. Motivation has become clouded by the haze of the days. Inspiration, like dry fruit on a sunless tree, has lost its sweetness. Drive has stalled with the lack of direction. And there is little enthusiasm when the destination is forgotten.
But wait, there’s more. Miss one workout and we surely miss two and three and four. We get soft, weak, unhealthy, unkempt, undisciplined, unstructured, irritable, rude and ugly. We eat fast food, stock the fridge with beer, stay up late watching TV, lose the job and back the pickup into the neighbor’s candy-apple red ’65 Ford Cobra. What a mess. Those aluminum bodies cannot take the bumper of an unruly 4-wheel drive.
Stop. You’re killin’ me. I can’t take it anymore.
Let’s make a list of the enemies that attack our daily lives, bringing us down from the sky where we fly. We will set apart the assailants and devise counteractions to the common destructive force to all muscle builders: lack of motivation.
Oh boy, where do we begin? Remember, this is not an exercise to summarize the negatives and wallow in the pain; it is a sweep of the dirt, crust and garbage that gathers around us over the years and needs to be attended. To see it is to know it, dumping what we can and keeping the remainder in a stinky pile by the work shed. Yeah, it’s there, but it’s out of the way. I don’t smell anything. Do you smell anything?
1) World weariness... This mean-faced, two-faced and two-fisted scoundrel has been a creepy dweller since the day there were two or more inhabitants, a long time ago. We are the chief contributors to his cause, along with thunder, lightning, wind, rain and fire. It’s the economy, stupid... nothing that a stack of hundreds wouldn’t fix. Not really; tell that to the mother of a kid who’s lifeless after a high school shooting. Did we elect these politicians to manage our homeland or cause its implosion? They’re a bunch of crooks and boneheads. And, by the way, what is the level of terrorist alert this fine morning? Sorry I’m late, dear. Some man was threatening to throw his infant onto the freeway unless we improve our highways, something about tax dollars and freedom of expression under a recent amendment to the Constitution. He’s got a whole bunch of supporters standing in the middle of Route 1 chanting, “Kids against traffic.”
Bomber Note, 8-31-2011: The editor-in-chief at this point gave me the heads-up I was becoming, well, almost negative. “Tone it down, ya blockhead.”
Yeah, right!
The good news -- there’s a gym down the street where the iron overcomes discouragement, the burn replaces anger and the pump brings copious joy. The camaraderie on the floor lifts up the spirits and the muscle and might fight crime, slime and grime. Grab a dumbbell and the world is in your hand, grab two you hold the universe and its energy. Throw a bar on your back and time and space are at your command.
Bodybuilding and Weight Training from IronOnline
Staying motivated when the world is coming down on all sides is a problem many of us face regularly. We don’t have to go very far before we trip over an obstacle, encounter a detour or fall into a deep, fiery pit where monsters live. Whether getting to the gym across town, entering the foreboding doors to the iron tonnage in the garage or approaching the bench -- the torture rack -- in the basement, heaviness in the heart and mind is like lead in the seat of our pants. I want candy, TV and the couch, you think, but your fat and skinny conscience fights like a rabid dog.
You’re a tough one; you made it and there they are, the roly-poly weights and all the neat benches, pulleys and gadgets you could think of, ready for action. You say, why me, why today... why? Because, that’s why. Why is the sky blue? Because, that’s why. You don’t need an answer; the answer is in the first set. You’re here and good fight begins.
It’s those of us who don’t make it to the gym floor or accept the clever, all-inclusive answer "Because, that’s why" who have the big problem. Purpose has withered; it has become less than the need. Motivation has become clouded by the haze of the days. Inspiration, like dry fruit on a sunless tree, has lost its sweetness. Drive has stalled with the lack of direction. And there is little enthusiasm when the destination is forgotten.
But wait, there’s more. Miss one workout and we surely miss two and three and four. We get soft, weak, unhealthy, unkempt, undisciplined, unstructured, irritable, rude and ugly. We eat fast food, stock the fridge with beer, stay up late watching TV, lose the job and back the pickup into the neighbor’s candy-apple red ’65 Ford Cobra. What a mess. Those aluminum bodies cannot take the bumper of an unruly 4-wheel drive.
Stop. You’re killin’ me. I can’t take it anymore.
Let’s make a list of the enemies that attack our daily lives, bringing us down from the sky where we fly. We will set apart the assailants and devise counteractions to the common destructive force to all muscle builders: lack of motivation.
Oh boy, where do we begin? Remember, this is not an exercise to summarize the negatives and wallow in the pain; it is a sweep of the dirt, crust and garbage that gathers around us over the years and needs to be attended. To see it is to know it, dumping what we can and keeping the remainder in a stinky pile by the work shed. Yeah, it’s there, but it’s out of the way. I don’t smell anything. Do you smell anything?
1) World weariness... This mean-faced, two-faced and two-fisted scoundrel has been a creepy dweller since the day there were two or more inhabitants, a long time ago. We are the chief contributors to his cause, along with thunder, lightning, wind, rain and fire. It’s the economy, stupid... nothing that a stack of hundreds wouldn’t fix. Not really; tell that to the mother of a kid who’s lifeless after a high school shooting. Did we elect these politicians to manage our homeland or cause its implosion? They’re a bunch of crooks and boneheads. And, by the way, what is the level of terrorist alert this fine morning? Sorry I’m late, dear. Some man was threatening to throw his infant onto the freeway unless we improve our highways, something about tax dollars and freedom of expression under a recent amendment to the Constitution. He’s got a whole bunch of supporters standing in the middle of Route 1 chanting, “Kids against traffic.”
Bomber Note, 8-31-2011: The editor-in-chief at this point gave me the heads-up I was becoming, well, almost negative. “Tone it down, ya blockhead.”
Yeah, right!
The good news -- there’s a gym down the street where the iron overcomes discouragement, the burn replaces anger and the pump brings copious joy. The camaraderie on the floor lifts up the spirits and the muscle and might fight crime, slime and grime. Grab a dumbbell and the world is in your hand, grab two you hold the universe and its energy. Throw a bar on your back and time and space are at your command.
Bodybuilding and Weight Training from IronOnline
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