My new PR, and how I hit it.

NEW PR TODAY! I hit 3 reps of 300 lbs. on the squat rack this afternoon. Since starting my fitness journey, getting into the 300 club with anything was a huge milestone. When you're starting off in the low-mid 100s on things, that seems like a huge leap. And actually, it kind of was. I started off squatting 135 lbs. for 3x10s. I knew this was low weight, but I couldn't do anything about it. Until I realized "Oh…..yeah, I can." If you read my previous post, you'll know that, until recently, I stuck to the stereotype of people who skimp on leg days. Maybe once a week, if I felt like it. But after seeing my buddy Adam Ryan's (Black Metal Fitness) leg progress after getting on the Smolov Squat Routine, I realized that my legs were fucking tiny. And thus, my obsession with legs began.

Ronnie Coleman never skipped leg day. Nor should you.

But back to the subject of hitting PR's. Most people are quick to assume that their PR isn't even worth mentioning unless it's very high. WRONG! Be proud of your progress. You don't have to be a dickhead about it, but if you're proud of your work, don't be afraid to mention it. Be happy about what you've accomplished. And the best way to continue to hit PR's is to add very small amounts of weight to whatever exercise it is you're doing. Want to hit another bench PR? Throw a 2.5 on each side and push 5 more lbs than you did last week. Your PR on bench just went from 160 to 165. That's progress. That's success. Guess what then? Add another 2.5 on each side next time. Now you're at 170. So on, and so forth, until you realize that you're pushing 190 lbs on the bench. Now you think that's okay since you're only 5 ahead of what your previous goal was. But look back at where you started or where you plateaued. 160 lbs. You've added 30 lbs. to your bench. Be proud of that shit!

Just remember that it's not smart to try and jump 30 lbs. to hit a weight that you just really want to hit, even though it's not necessarily attainable just yet. Small steps lead to big moves. So start small. Compete with yourself constantly. Make it a challenge to be better than yourself every single day you go to the damn gym.

It also helps to not be a pussy. Shove this in your ears and go lift some fucking iron!

If you're one of the guys who skips leg days….

Fuck you for perpetuating that stereotype. I, on the other hand, want everyone to know that training legs is fucking awesome. Obviously your highest amount of weight is going to be pushed with your legs. So, why wouldn't you gloat about the fact that you're in the 300 club on squats, or you can leg curl 150 lbs? I understand that you want big arms. So do I. But that shouldn't mean you neglect the largest muscle group on your body just to get an extra day of arm work (that you probably won't let yourself properly heal from anyways).

Don't be that guy…

If you feel like you need extra work on your arms, do your leg workouts, then go do some curls afterwards. It's not going to make you lose all of your arm gains, so shut up and get under the squat bar. I'm currently squatting 3 times a week and it feels great. I'm a small guy and have increased my squat almost 100 lbs. in the past 3 months, and will soon be at 300. And I'll have some tree trunk legs to prove it.

On the contrary, ladies; don't be afraid to do some upper body lifts. A lot of girls focus on the squat rack, then go straight to the ellipticals in fear of "getting bulky". That's not going to happen. At least not unless you start powerlifting. You'll grow a little, but dudes will think that shit is sexy. So don't be scared of the dumbbells.

Sorry, for the short post. Had to get it out of my system. On a side note, I have some news coming soon to the Lethal Force Fitness Facebook (www.facebook.com/lethalforcefitness), so head over and give it a like.

Rest for the wicked

Rest days. Nobody likes them. At least I don't. I sit around, looking at pictures on Instagram of other people lifting and getting big, and I just want to go lift. For example, my day consisted of waking up at 6:30, going to work, getting home around 5:00, taking an hour nap with my dogs, cleaning the kitchen, eating, and now writing this blog. Doesn't sound too bad, right? Well, I see other people getting on social media, talking about how great their workout was, their current weight, etc. All while I'm  thinking "God dammit, I just want to go deadlift!"

But on the contrary, rest is totally necessary for growth. Your muscles need adequate time to repair themselves, especially when doing heavy weight and high volume like my current plan calls for. When I first started getting into fitness heavily, I was thinking "Fuck yeah! Going to the gym 6-7 times a week!" and never wanting to rest. Now, I will say that I made some decent gains in the first couple of weeks. But I don't think I grew to my full potential due to lack of rest. My sets were getting shorter, I wasn't pushing as much weight, and I just felt drained after a couple of weeks, even when I thought I got adequate sleep. But I've since cut back to 4 times a week (which is still a pain in my ass because I would like to see 5), and I give myself 3 days on, two days off, one day on, one day off. Since then, I've started seeing a pound here and a pound there on the scale, when I was stuck at 147-149 for 5 weeks. Now I'm sitting at 152.6 for morning weight. Not to mention that I can up my weights and volume when I go back to work.

Rest days are not a total loss, though. When you're bored, can't think of anything to do, or you just want to stay active, I have two words of advice. FUCKING EAT! Spend your rest days packing in food constantly. On my lifting days, I eat 4 meals. On rest days, I try to eat a minimum of 5. And in doing so, I don't eat like a shithead either. Be conscious of what you're shoving down your throat. Unless, of course, you're dirty bulking. In which case, go to McDonald's, get 3 Big Macs, 3 fries, and two shakes….for breakfast. Actually, don't do that. CT Fletcher is living proof that it will make your heart fail. But, seriously. Cook a few eggs with some fruit for breakfast, two cups of oatmeal for second breakfast, cook up some rice and tilapia for lunch with a salad, have a protein shake, and have some wheat pasta with chicken for dinner. I try to drink at minimum one protein shake every day. You need it. Anyone who lifts needs protein, regardless of whether or not you're cutting or bulking. DRINK YOUR PROTEIN.

Do you have to follow that meal plan above? No. Add some variety to it. I'm a guy who hates eating the same shit over and over. I have a friend at work who literally eats the same exact thing every day. Salmon, rice, and peas for lunch, then chicken, rice, and black beans for second lunch. Every. Fucking. Day. And I can't do that shit. I need some spice in my life. So don't be afraid to look up some recipes and start cooking. It's not as hard as you think.

In conclusion, use your rest days for rest and feasting. They are essential keys to growth and strength. Don't use them to go to the park and run with your dogs. Take your dogs to the dog park and sit and watch them. Don't go swim laps. Wade in the pool. Just Wrest!

Uhhh….I mean rest!

Fuck Mondays?

That's all anyone since the beginning of time has said. "I hate Mondays", "I have a case of the Mondays".

Fuck that. I love Mondays. You know why? It's the first day back in the gym after my rest period. I go back in hungry as fuck, looking to bend iron and smash reps. I look at every single week as a battle in the gym. I start hungry, but weak. Throughout the week I put myself through strenuous tests to push my body further and further each day. When Thursday night comes (my last night before my 3 days of rest), I'm sore as fuck. Battered, bruised, and beaten from war. But I'm the one coming home. I come home stronger, I come home more focused, and I come home better than I was before.

Too many people focus entirely too much on the negatives of going to the gym. "I'm going to be so sore. UGH!" Fuck yeah, you will. You know why? Because you're tearing muscle fiber apart. How metal is that? You're literally ripping your own flesh every time you lift. And that soreness? It's your body rebuilding your muscles from the food you eat. And you know what that means? You're getting bigger. Will you see it tomorrow? No. Will you see it in a week? Probably not. But each time you do this, you're slowly building a fortress of muscle. Arnold, Lou Ferrigno, Flex Lewis, Kevin Washington. All massive guys. They are beasts. But did they start off that way? No. I'm sure they had decent physiques simply due to genetics, but they weren't the brick shithouses that they ended up being.

What I'm saying is that even Mr. Olympia had to start somewhere. Even if you're self-conscious of your image, nobody is going to give you shit for trying. If they do, they're masking their own insecurities and they're weak as a human being. Skinny, fat, short, tall, weak, strong. Everyone has a place in the gym. You will be better, you will be stronger. So, get in the gym, slap some weights on a bar, throw in some angry music (my choice today will be that album below. CRUSHING), and get to work. The iron is calling.

And for those interested, here's my workout for today (chest and back):

Superset:
-Wide grip pullups (5 to failure)
-Barbell press (5x12)

Superset:
-Incline dumbbell press (5x12)
-Seated cable rows (5x12)

Superset:
-Wide grip pullups (5 to failure)
-Dumbbell flyes (5x12)

-Bent arm dumbbell pullover (6x12)


Stay angry.

It Begins….

Hello, fitness freaks, metal heads, scumbags, and otherwise.

Where to start? I suppose I can start off with a bit about myself. I'm 22, in the early stages of my ISSA personal training certification, I love metal, grind, hardcore, and anything that makes me want to punch a wall with my face. I've been in love with a beautiful girl for 5 years, I have two dogs (a pug and a teacup chihuahua. Manly, right?), a fish, and a ball python. I've been in and out of metal bands for the past 6 years, I've played guitar for 14, but I've recently decided to put music secondary to a life of lifting. My goal here, and as an eventual trainer, is to motivate those who need it, even if you don't necessarily want it, as well as learning to express my own thoughts and feelings through my writing. For those who always visualize better, healthier lives for themselves, but choose to remain stagnant? Keep your eyes on this page. Let's turn that shit around together.

Going more in-depth with my fitness obsession, it really started in high school. I was one of the smallest in my class. I think going into high school, I was maybe 5'6" and 130 lbs., and came out not much bigger at 5'9" and 135 lbs. It never really was a huge issue, but little comments from friends and peers always ate away at me. Hanging with guys who were in the weight room for football conditioning kind of puts you down the totem pole a bit. And even though they were in there, I never touched it in fear of being made fun of. Instead, I did the teenager thing. I skated, played guitar, acted like an idiot with my friends, and pretty much ate like shit 90% of the time. But why should I care? My metabolism is through the roof, I weigh next to nothing. There is literally nothing wrong. Fast forward to last December when I really got bit by the fitness bug. I would look in mirror and hate my appearance. I've always kept myself clean, well-groomed, and try to dress as nice as I possibly can on my budget. But looking at myself naked? Ew. You could see my ribs, my hips, and there wasn't much of a form at all. I knew it was time to make a change. So, I did the typical "I'll sign up for Planet Fitness in January, go twice a week, and try to get in shape" thing. Come January, I started going twice a week. It felt good to be lifting weights and making myself stronger. Then, I started buying supplements. The basics like protein, creatine, and multivitamins. I kept this up for maybe two weeks, and instantly thought "Fuck this. I'm not going to get the results I want by doing this shitty workout routine twice a week." I started adding a day…then another day….then another day. Finally I started my routine at 5-6 days a week. It felt great, and I've started to see some minimal growth, but growth nonetheless.

It is now the second week of April and I weigh 151 lbs. base, my strength is exponentially greater than it was when I wasn't working out, and it's kickstarted me into a life of fitness obsession and addiction. So much so that I'm buying the materials for my ISSA certification course today, meaning that hopefully in the next 10-12 weeks I will be a nationally accredited, certified personal trainer, helping people (as well as myself) obtain the bodies and lives they want, instead of sitting on their fat asses doing nothing but complaining about what they want to do, or need to do. After that, I hope to follow my aspirations of opening a warehouse gym. Lots of work and stress, but nothing is impossible if you set your mind to it. So, that's basically my story in a very compact nutshell. I am beginning the rest of my story now, and hope you all care to follow me. I invite all of those who want help to read this blog, or come to me for help. You can find me here, on my personal Facebook, or at Lethal Force Fitness. Let's work together and get fucking primal!


-Stay grind.