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Below is an excerpt from Dave Draper's newsletter. I love this dude! The PDF of the entire newsletter is in the link below:
http://www.davedraper.com/pdfs/irononline594.pdf
I come from the old school of weightlifting and musclebuilding; that is, from the basement, the closet, the garage, the shed, the warehouse, the storage room, the backyard and the YMCA boiler room. My texts were a collection of Weider wall charts featuring the muscular images of the Brunet brothers hefting the iron on a stark white backdrop. Like they say, a picture is worth a thousand words. I looked, I yearned, I practiced, I learned. I grew.
Progress was slow. As a nimble turtle makes his way across the rugged prairie, so I proceeded to build muscle, set by set, rep by rep, one curl at a time. Lift, eat, rest and lift again was the methodology, never quit was the creed.
Today, 50 years later, musclebuilding has developed into a severe science, assisted by black and white technology and guided by deep and abstruse principles. There are more unknowns than knowns, more questions than answers, more puzzles than pieces.
Lifting is unacceptable, dare I say prohibited, unless accompanied by a Master’s degree, a field of experts, volumes of books, the internet, forums, a pharmacy and a personal trainer… oh, and don’t forget the iron.
I lift, eat, rest and lift, yet I know nothing. I remain devoted and directed, ever-applying and never-quitting, yet I have no answers. It’s a magical mystery tour.
To bulk up, I ate more. To trim down, I ate less. To get stronger, I lifted harder. “We’re not launching rockets, girls,” was my rebuff to more comprehensive training regimes. Lift, eat, rest and shut up.
http://www.davedraper.com/pdfs/irononline594.pdf
I come from the old school of weightlifting and musclebuilding; that is, from the basement, the closet, the garage, the shed, the warehouse, the storage room, the backyard and the YMCA boiler room. My texts were a collection of Weider wall charts featuring the muscular images of the Brunet brothers hefting the iron on a stark white backdrop. Like they say, a picture is worth a thousand words. I looked, I yearned, I practiced, I learned. I grew.
Progress was slow. As a nimble turtle makes his way across the rugged prairie, so I proceeded to build muscle, set by set, rep by rep, one curl at a time. Lift, eat, rest and lift again was the methodology, never quit was the creed.
Today, 50 years later, musclebuilding has developed into a severe science, assisted by black and white technology and guided by deep and abstruse principles. There are more unknowns than knowns, more questions than answers, more puzzles than pieces.
Lifting is unacceptable, dare I say prohibited, unless accompanied by a Master’s degree, a field of experts, volumes of books, the internet, forums, a pharmacy and a personal trainer… oh, and don’t forget the iron.
I lift, eat, rest and lift, yet I know nothing. I remain devoted and directed, ever-applying and never-quitting, yet I have no answers. It’s a magical mystery tour.
To bulk up, I ate more. To trim down, I ate less. To get stronger, I lifted harder. “We’re not launching rockets, girls,” was my rebuff to more comprehensive training regimes. Lift, eat, rest and shut up.