MIC's LOG - LUKKET pr. 11/11 2010

mic skrev:
Xiva skrev:Jo, men det var fordi at så kunne vi tage til allerød også kunne du køre os

Og god jul mester!
konen har bilen på arbejde.. og jeg er alene hjemme med pigerne - så det må blive en anden gang

Iorden !

Vægtupdate:

6/9 - 84,9 kg
16/9 - 86,2 kg +1,3 kg
11/10 - 86,4 kg + 0,2
20/10 - 86,9 kg +0,5
29/10 - 86,9 kg
8/11 - 86,3 kg -0,6 kg
30/11 - 88,4 kg +2,1 kg
17/12 - 87,6 kg -0,8 kg
25/12 - 88,1 +0,5 kg

Jeg vil gerne have lov at takke brunkagerne - en trofast følgesvend igennem disse juletider.. envidere vil jeg have lov at sende en hyldest til Anthon Berg, hvis klassiske gaveæsker, ligeså har været en vigtig faktor i min vægtøgning.

Til sidst, men ikke mindst, vil jeg have lov at takke dig BRANDYBØNNE.. Du er en sand glæde at dele denne skønne højtid med -altid 'skønt-smagende' og på underlæben dryppende.. Pure Deliciousness!

TAK, tak og atter tak..

Mic, hvorfor er du oppe kl. 07..00 1. juledag :blackeye:

Casper.S skrev:Mic, hvorfor er du oppe kl. 07..00 1. juledag

Jeg stod heller ikke op kl 7.. Kl. 5.20 derimod :king:

Hvorfor...? Der vågnede den mindste.. Den store sov længe - og vågnede derfor først 20 min. senere.

Tri/Bi/Fore/abs

a1 - BB Curl (Dropsets)
40 kg - 6 reps -> 15 kg - 21 reps
40 kg - 6 reps -> 30 kg - 7 reps
40 kg - 5 reps -> 30 kg - 6 reps
40 kg - 4 reps -> 30 kg - 6 reps

a2 - Dips
BW - 20 reps
BW - 17 reps
BW - 16 reps
BW - 12 reps

b1 - Dragcurl
30 kg - 20 reps
40 kg - 14 reps
40 kg - 14 reps

b2 - Overhead DB Ext. (1 DB - 2 Handed)
15 kg - 25 reps
20 kg - 16 reps
20 kg - 13 reps

c1 - Tubecurls
2 tubes - 18 reps
2 tubes - 14 reps
2 tubes - 12 reps
2 tubes - 11 reps

c2 - Tube Pressdown
2 tubes - 14 reps
2 tubes - 14 reps
2 tubes - 12 reps
2 tubes - 12 reps

d1 - Roll-ups
10 kg - 4 reps
10 kg - 4 reps
10 kg - 3½ reps
10 kg - 3 reps
At rulle vægten helt op fra bund til top tæller for en rep..

d2 - Hanging leg raise
BW - 10 reps
BW - 10 reps
BW - 9 reps
BW - 7 reps

e - Static Towel Twist
1. 20 sekunder hold i begge positioner
2. 20 sekunder hold i begge positioner

Jeg havde et megapump i mine underarme efter endt træning.. ..og snuppede et par billeder af dem med mobilen. De fremstår ikke helt så "Wein-popping" på billederne desværre.. men i får dem alligevel at se om et øjebliks tid.

EDIT:
De er blevet lortedårlige.. men her er de alligevel..
billederne af Ze'Forearms..:

så røg der billeder på af underarmene i indlægget ovenover.. Beklager kvaliteten. :verysad:

Det ser godt ud Mic, alle det underarms arbejde du laver betaler sig alligevel =D>

Træning den 27. kl 9:30-10.00?

Ser sgu meget godt ud med underarmene - men hvad siger mama til, at du vrider alle håndklæderne i stykker

Xiva skrev:Det ser godt ud Mic, alle det underarms arbejde du laver betaler sig alligevel

Træning den 27. kl 9:30-10.00?

kl. 9!!

Hill skrev:Ser sgu meget godt ud med underarmene - men hvad siger mama til, at du vrider alle håndklæderne i stykker

Den dag jeg vrider det i stykker lover jeg jer en video! promise!! :lol:

Manglende UpperPECS!!

Jeg har konstanteret at mit bryst er ubalanceret.. Jeg mangler sgu lidt på toppen, ihvertfald set i forhold til mit nedre bryst. Det skyldes nok min evige glæde ved dips - og for lidt prioritering af Incline presses.

Jeg vil de næste par måneder se om jeg rent faktisk kan gøre noget ved det - så incline bliver det næste stykke tid prioriteret over flad bænk.

The "Big Four" Update
De rygter der har været om en mulig turne med de fire store (Anthrax, Slayer, Metallica & Megadeth) viser sig at holde stik!!!

"Who would have thought that more than 25 years after its inception, thrash metal's big 4 would not only still be around and more popular than ever, but will now play together for the first time...what a mindfuck! Bring it on!" says Lars Ulrich, the Drummer of Metallica. "It's about fucking time this happened. And it's about time the fans finally get what they want. This is fucking awesome," says Kerry King of Slayer.

ANTHRAX guitarist SCOTT IAN agrees, commenting on the enormity of the announcement:

"People have been talking about these four bands playing together since 1984. That's twenty-six years of expectation!!! And the thing is, I believe not only will we live up to the expectations, we will shatter them!! No other four bands as influential as the four of us have ever done this. Imagine if The Beatles, Stones, The Who and Zeppelin had done shows? Or Sabbath, Priest, Maiden, Motorhead? Well, I may be getting into some rarified air here but as a fan, that's how big I feel this is."

The Big Four's appearance is only exclusive to Europe it seems for now. Stay tune for hopes of an appearance in America."

citat herfra:
http://www.metalunderground.com/news/de ... wsid=51163

De har bare at runde DK!!! :twisted:

mic skrev:
Xiva skrev:Det ser godt ud Mic, alle det underarms arbejde du laver betaler sig alligevel

Træning den 27. kl 9:30-10.00?

kl. 9!!

Hmm, det er lidt tidligt champ, 9:30 kan ikke gå an?

Xiva skrev:Hmm, det er lidt tidligt champ, 9:30 kan ikke gå an?

skal vi ik' bare sige at jeg stensikkert er i centret på det tidspunkt.. :wink:

Hvad skal du træne?

mic skrev:
Xiva skrev:Hmm, det er lidt tidligt champ, 9:30 kan ikke gå an?
skal vi ik' bare sige at jeg stensikkert er i centret på det tidspunkt..

Hvad skal du træne?

Heavy squating!

Xiva skrev:Heavy squating!

on pic >> Dude got traps!!

Jeg er der lidt over 9.. og skal holde bryst-fiesta!

mic skrev:
Xiva skrev:Heavy squating!

on pic >> Dude got traps!!

Jeg er der lidt over 9.. og skal holde bryst-fiesta!

i'll be there ! :hihi:

mic skrev:
Xiva skrev:Heavy squating!

on pic >> Dude got traps!!

Jeg er der lidt over 9.. og skal holde bryst-fiesta!

Kunne være man skulle komme forbi og træne med :0)

You call dat veins

Massive armz, but ze veinz where are zhey?

Monkeyjuice skrev:You call dat veins

Massive armz, but ze veinz where are zhey?

They got lost in "Bad light".. Sorry Mr. Monkeyjuice... :verysad:

Madsen123 skrev:
mic skrev:
Xiva skrev:Heavy squating!

on pic >> Dude got traps!!

Jeg er der lidt over 9.. og skal holde bryst-fiesta!

Kunne være man skulle komme forbi og træne med :0)

Ville naturligvis være et ganske fornuftigt træk! Hvad skal herren træne?

Casper.S Approved 5-day Quality Muscle Split

Sted: Ze' Johns..
Selskab: X-to-the-I-V-A
Muskelgruppe: Bryst

a - Incline DB Press
20 kg - 10 reps
30 kg - 8 reps
30 kg - 7 reps
25 kg - 9 reps
25 kg - 8 reps
20 kg - 9 reps
20 kg - 9 reps
snakkepause..
20 kg - 12 reps
20 kg - 10 reps
17½ kg - 14 reps
17½ kg - 10 reps

b - Bænkpres
50 kg - 20 reps
70 kg - 10 reps
70 kg - 7 reps ..kunne slet ikke få fart i 8'eren - og Xiva måtte tage over

50 kg - 16 reps

c1 - Cable crossover
"25" - 20 reps
"30" - 11 reps
"30" - 7 reps
"20" - 17 reps

c2 - Push-ups
BW - 9 reps
BW - 8 reps
BW - 5 reps
BW - 5 reps

d1 - Incline DB press
20 kg - 10 reps
20 kg - 8 reps
20 kg - 8 reps

d2 - incline DB flyes
"10" - 8 reps
"5" - 18 reps
"5" - 17 reps

Efterfulgt af 12 min. fartleg på løbebåndet med skiftende intervaler.

Udemærket træning idag. Jeg vil faktisk mene at jeg nu er kommet mig 100% efter min sygdom.. energien er ihvertfald ved at være i orden igen

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Monkeyjuice skrev:Her er dit nye avatar.

Mic Bronson sends his dearest thoughts and thanks from his holiday-on-couch-solitary.

Min julegave til BB.DK - altså en bonusgave - udover den berigelse min blotte tilstedværelse på bb.dk naturligvis udgør.

Henry Rollins berømte essay - oprindeligt publiceret i Details Magazine, 1994.

Iron and the Soul – By Henry Rollins

I believe that the definition of definition is reinvention. To not be like your parents. To not be like your friends. To be yourself.

Completely.

When I was young I had no sense of myself. All I was, was a product of all the fear and humiliation I suffered. Fear of my parents. The humiliation of teachers calling me “garbage can” and telling me I’d be mowing lawns for a living. And the very real terror of my fellow students. I was threatened and beaten up for the color of my skin and my size. I was skinny and clumsy, and when others would tease me I didn’t run home crying, wondering why. I knew all too well. I was there to be antagonized. In sports I was laughed at. A spaz. I was pretty good at boxing but only because the rage that filled my every waking moment made me wild and unpredictable. I fought with some strange fury. The other boys thought I was crazy.

I hated myself all the time. As stupid at it seems now, I wanted to talk like them, dress like them, carry myself with the ease of knowing that I wasn’t going to get pounded in the hallway between classes. Years passed and I learned to keep it all inside. I only talked to a few boys in my grade. Other losers. Some of them are to this day the greatest people I have ever known. Hang out with a guy who has had his head flushed down a toilet a few times, treat him with respect, and you’ll find a faithful friend forever. But even with friends, school sucked. Teachers gave me hard time. I didn’t think much of them either.

Then came Mr. Pepperman, my advisor. He was a powerfully built Vietnam veteran, and he was scary. No one ever talked out of turn in his class. Once one kid did and Mr. P. lifted him off the ground and pinned him to the blackboard. Mr. P. could see that I was in bad shape, and one Friday in October he asked me if I had ever worked out with weights. I told him no. He told me that I was going to take some of the money that I had saved and buy a hundred-pound set of weights at Sears. As I left his office, I started to think of things I would say to him on Monday when he asked about the weights that I was not going to buy. Still, it made me feel special. My father never really got that close to caring. On Saturday I bought the weights, but I couldn’t even drag them to my mom’s car. An attendant laughed at me as he put them on a dolly.

Monday came and I was called into Mr. P.’s office after school. He said that he was going to show me how to work out. He was going to put me on a program and start hitting me in the solar plexus in the hallway when I wasn’t looking. When I could take the punch we would know that we were getting somewhere. At no time was I to look at myself in the mirror or tell anyone at school what I was doing. In the gym he showed me ten basic exercises. I paid more attention than I ever did in any of my classes. I didn’t want to blow it. I went home that night and started right in.

Weeks passed, and every once in a while Mr. P. would give me a shot and drop me in the hallway, sending my books flying. The other students didn’t know what to think. More weeks passed, and I was steadily adding new weights to the bar. I could sense the power inside my body growing. I could feel it.

Right before Christmas break I was walking to class, and from out of nowhere Mr. Pepperman appeared and gave me a shot in the chest. I laughed and kept going. He said I could look at myself now. I got home and ran to the bathroom and pulled off my shirt. I saw a body, not just the shell that housed my stomach and my heart. My biceps bulged. My chest had definition. I felt strong. It was the first time I can remember having a sense of myself. I had done something and no one could ever take it away. You couldn’t say shit to me.

It took me years to fully appreciate the value of the lessons I have learned from the Iron. I used to think that it was my adversary, that I was trying to lift that which does not want to be lifted. I was wrong. When the Iron doesn’t want to come off the mat, it’s the kindest thing it can do for you. If it flew up and went through the ceiling, it wouldn’t teach you anything. That’s the way the Iron talks to you. It tells you that the material you work with is that which you will come to resemble. That which you work against will always work against you.

It wasn’t until my late twenties that I learned that by working out I had given myself a great gift. I learned that nothing good comes without work and a certain amount of pain. When I finish a set that leaves me shaking, I know more about myself. When something gets bad, I know it can’t be as bad as that workout.

I used to fight the pain, but recently this became clear to me: pain is not my enemy; it is my call to greatness. But when dealing with the Iron, one must be careful to interpret the pain correctly. Most injuries involving the Iron come from ego. I once spent a few weeks lifting weight that my body wasn’t ready for and spent a few months not picking up anything heavier than a fork. Try to lift what you’re not prepared to and the Iron will teach you a little lesson in restraint and self-control.

I have never met a truly strong person who didn’t have self-respect. I think a lot of inwardly and outwardly directed contempt passes itself off as self-respect: the idea of raising yourself by stepping on someone’s shoulders instead of doing it yourself. When I see guys working out for cosmetic reasons, I see vanity exposing them in the worst way, as cartoon characters, billboards for imbalance and insecurity. Strength reveals itself through character. It is the difference between bouncers who get off strong-arming people and Mr. Pepperman.

Muscle mass does not always equal strength. Strength is kindness and sensitivity. Strength is understanding that your power is both physical and emotional. That it comes from the body and the mind. And the heart.

Yukio Mishima said that he could not entertain the idea of romance if he was not strong. Romance is such a strong and overwhelming passion, a weakened body cannot sustain it for long. I have some of my most romantic thoughts when I am with the Iron. Once I was in love with a woman. I thought about her the most when the pain from a workout was racing through my body.

Everything in me wanted her. So much so that sex was only a fraction of my total desire. It was the single most intense love I have ever felt, but she lived far away and I didn’t see her very often. Working out was a healthy way of dealing with the loneliness. To this day, when I work out I usually listen to ballads.

I prefer to work out alone. It enables me to concentrate on the lessons that the Iron has for me. Learning about what you’re made of is always time well spent, and I have found no better teacher. The Iron had taught me how to live. Life is capable of driving you out of your mind. The way it all comes down these days, it’s some kind of miracle if you’re not insane. People have become separated from their bodies. They are no longer whole.

I see them move from their offices to their cars and on to their suburban homes. They stress out constantly, they lose sleep, they eat badly. And they behave badly. Their egos run wild; they become motivated by that which will eventually give them a massive stroke. They need the Iron Mind.

Through the years, I have combined meditation, action, and the Iron into a single strength. I believe that when the body is strong, the mind thinks strong thoughts. Time spent away from the Iron makes my mind degenerate. I wallow in a thick depression. My body shuts down my mind.

The Iron is the best antidepressant I have ever found. There is no better way to fight weakness than with strength. Once the mind and body have been awakened to their true potential, it’s impossible to turn back.

The Iron never lies to you. You can walk outside and listen to all kinds of talk, get told that you’re a god or a total bastard. The Iron will always kick you the real deal. The Iron is the great reference point, the all-knowing perspective giver. Always there like a beacon in the pitch black. I have found the Iron to be my greatest friend. It never freaks out on me, never runs. Friends may come and go. But two hundred pounds is always two hundred pounds.

Mic, tænker du nogensinde over hvor stærk du ville være hvis du holde pause mellem dine sæt?

Din træning i dag var rigtig god, Mic. Rigtig god :0)

Madsen123 skrev:Mic, tænker du nogensinde over hvor stærk du ville være hvis du holde pause mellem dine sæt?

Ofte.. Tror dog at det ville skræmme folk omkring mig.. Så derfor holder jeg mine pauser til et minimum - og når det er sagt snakkende jeg faktisk en hel del idag, og løftene tog små 5 kvarter.

Madsen123 skrev:Din træning i dag var rigtig god, Mic. Rigtig god :0)

Tak-tak mester Madsen

Dejlig omgang idag

Jeg ved godt hvor energien kom fra idag, det var de anabolic brunkager som du gik og spiste iløbet af træningen :hihi:

Xiva skrev:Dejlig omgang idag

Jeg ved godt hvor energien kom fra idag, det var de anabolic brunkager som du gik og spiste iløbet af træningen

Det var stensikkert brunkagerne.. og muligvis også de 2 honingkage-træer jeg spiste lige da jeg ankom

Har aldrig læst det essay før, så det var super spændende.
Kender du andet læsning, der minder om det?

Copah skrev:Har aldrig læst det essay før, så det var super spændende.
Kender du andet læsning, der minder om det?

Det er også rigtig godt! Jeg har læst det utallige gange, og det sætter altid en masse tanker igang.

Jeg kan ikke lige komme i tanke om andre lignende essays.. Men hvis du kan lide det lidt mere selvbiografiske, så kan du evt. læse Dorian Yates - "A warriors story". Den 1. del er selvbiografisk og omhandler bl.a hans ungdom og erfaringer med ungdomsinst. Den runder ligeledes hans intro til vægte - og forsætter naturligvis over i konkurrencer, skader og lignende.

Udemærket bog hvis man vil have hans historie - 2. del med øvelser, splits, kost synes jeg er lidt ligegyldig.

MIC's LOG - LUKKET pr. 11/11 2010

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