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My coach thinks I'm Arnold Schwarzenegger
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- look like a little girl, you're saying I can not!, I can not! ...
When I heard him say that, I have drawn strength from the underworld and to prove my manhood, I made a further recurrence, fatal decision that now has me lying in bed, his legs harder than last panetón pending a massage that relaxes me ...
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Sorry for my abandonment by my occasional laziness to rewrite even a few lines to keep them on edge with their piece of this blog, but this week my neurons were scorched, collapsed, big bang product of physical effort to which I referred in my daily indulgence for 1 hour in the gym, to form those pecs that are so fond of my neighbor and that both yearn poto Truly.
I've been about two months since I started my routine, and changes have already noted, by close and strange eyes, my figure is admired with desire for the neighbors to fight catfight which to borrow your shower when I run out of water at home and envied the plump and friends why not also say the skinny. But do not believe it's been easy, let alone imagine me with bodybuilder body, mine is more of a natural process without actually building the hype. Early
rose just 3 kilos and my poor little arms the other day, looked rusty robocop trying to serve a glass of water, and legs and it is said, every time I finished the routine, it was torture off the third floor, my legs shaking, the same 80-year old man walking in a hurry to go to the bathroom, they even get to go with a cane every Tuesday and Thursday I had to do legs. And when to abdominal and you could barely keep up with my friend who always trained:
"That you are tired, it still lacks 1.000 abs.
-What?
"Yeah, c'mon, we're just warming up.
- Out of here!
I stood, sometimes, usually because I had driven 10 minutes on the mat, while recovering his breath and looked like the abs was still unhappy, "Oh no, I can too," he repeated, but my body a stone was indifferent to ignore the orders of my mind.
But, slowly and patiently, I noticed that he could lift more weight each time - if you want to increase muscle mass, the idea is to lift more weight but less reps - and thus of the night to morning, I surprised myself by my progress, my coach, who rather resembles a mole embarrassment, began to notice my progress and clear and no train was ashamed and began to run my routine, the problem is that he thinks I'm Arnold Schwarzenegger.
I change the routine, as muscular as his deep knowledge, my previous routine was good for a young lady decent, I have been deeply shocked, but willing to follow their advice. Of the 3 kilos I've been at 10, 12 to 16 for arms, chest sidebar've spent 5 to 15 kilos and when I get to do back behind the neck of 24 I have spent 48, 52 and 56. The problem has arisen when I played to my legs.
Last Friday I get to the edge of exaggeration - now you know what train legs - let me know, let's start with squats with weight, grab a dumbbell of 12 kilos, I never put it on and started to walk around the gym doing squats, for when I was in the third repetition, on my neck carrying a weight 16 kilos, my legs and I just responded, the fourth repetition and carrying a weight of 24 kilos and her words of encouragement were felt:
"Come, come, panchita, force gay! ...
I do not know whether to laugh of anger or joy.
I've been about two months since I started my routine, and changes have already noted, by close and strange eyes, my figure is admired with desire for the neighbors to fight catfight which to borrow your shower when I run out of water at home and envied the plump and friends why not also say the skinny. But do not believe it's been easy, let alone imagine me with bodybuilder body, mine is more of a natural process without actually building the hype. Early
rose just 3 kilos and my poor little arms the other day, looked rusty robocop trying to serve a glass of water, and legs and it is said, every time I finished the routine, it was torture off the third floor, my legs shaking, the same 80-year old man walking in a hurry to go to the bathroom, they even get to go with a cane every Tuesday and Thursday I had to do legs. And when to abdominal and you could barely keep up with my friend who always trained:
"That you are tired, it still lacks 1.000 abs.
-What?
"Yeah, c'mon, we're just warming up.
- Out of here!
I stood, sometimes, usually because I had driven 10 minutes on the mat, while recovering his breath and looked like the abs was still unhappy, "Oh no, I can too," he repeated, but my body a stone was indifferent to ignore the orders of my mind.
But, slowly and patiently, I noticed that he could lift more weight each time - if you want to increase muscle mass, the idea is to lift more weight but less reps - and thus of the night to morning, I surprised myself by my progress, my coach, who rather resembles a mole embarrassment, began to notice my progress and clear and no train was ashamed and began to run my routine, the problem is that he thinks I'm Arnold Schwarzenegger.
I change the routine, as muscular as his deep knowledge, my previous routine was good for a young lady decent, I have been deeply shocked, but willing to follow their advice. Of the 3 kilos I've been at 10, 12 to 16 for arms, chest sidebar've spent 5 to 15 kilos and when I get to do back behind the neck of 24 I have spent 48, 52 and 56. The problem has arisen when I played to my legs.
Last Friday I get to the edge of exaggeration - now you know what train legs - let me know, let's start with squats with weight, grab a dumbbell of 12 kilos, I never put it on and started to walk around the gym doing squats, for when I was in the third repetition, on my neck carrying a weight 16 kilos, my legs and I just responded, the fourth repetition and carrying a weight of 24 kilos and her words of encouragement were felt:
"Come, come, panchita, force gay! ...
I do not know whether to laugh of anger or joy.
- look like a little girl, you're saying I can not!, I can not! ...
When I heard him say that, I have drawn strength from the underworld and to prove my manhood, I made a further recurrence, fatal decision that now has me lying in bed, his legs harder than last panetón pending a massage that relaxes me ...
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Among my things I carry a camera that is not mine, I sit in front row, to privilege the scenic ascent. During the trip, the guide narrates stories surround the city, I'm distracted by my mp3, listening to the latest album by Paul McCartney, whenever we get closer, the clouds seem to approach us, you can even distinguish clearly that some are loaded with water, ready to have beaten us for a few moments with its galloping drops, but today the sun is awesome, the king dominates the sky, and appear to be imposed for not overshadow our visit to the forest of volcanic rocks.
After an hour, we finally arrived, the scenery is stunning, huge stones and one would imagine have been placed on purpose by a superior alien race, greet us, as soon as we got the first stones seem to form a skull human guide gathers us all but me, I'm running around from one side to another, admiring every detail, but warns that cross a cave, is not dangerous, but impatient, we all want to get there.
With me are a English couple, at first I thought they were gringos, they were not even understand shit, maybe English, so chewing your pronunciation, unsuccessfully trying to translate what they said, but the language I was familiar when I removed the headphones I've noticed with surprise that they were Catalans, with good reason. Also go with the group two families and a doped player, because you have to be, to rise to 3.500 meters above sea level sea, shorts and polo tops, must be well doped or be dumb, I'm good people and I think that has been doped.
During the walk, we find stones that gave way to people, animals, things, as I'm with the fever of the Transformers I wanted a picture of a robot, but most boil I've smoked my attempt has been useless, so if you've seen is a doberman, some nuns away, some monks coming to the nuns, a pirate, a toad about to jump, a platonic kiss a rock that sent us to hell, because his hand was fist with middle finger raised.
most beautiful thing was that I saw chocolata , that sucker lamb my previous adventure, lying in the middle of the green ground with her owner, a little girl of 12, who held in his hand a bottle, I had to give her a tip, but let me breastfeed again chocolate, the repetition is the spice.
Then, following the canal road, we come back full circle, half-day stroll under the bright sun, it has left me bed, when he returns to Chicago, and imagine my friends believe that I've been in some of the southern beaches, but not only was a good tan while lying on each stone that was in my Cumbemayo tour.