Working out, discuss:

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mmmmm.... some years ago I was like an addict to gym (I thank that, I like my body now). Nowadays, I prefer running, because of the fresh air, 3 times a week.

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I go to the gym 3 times a week at least... finally feeling the 30's doing their job on me. I cut down the cardio because I feel thats what bores me the most from the gym and now I just focus on the weights.

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is mowing my lawn working out? :P

just kidding.... kind of.

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i,m scottish

ARE YOU MAD ? :lol:

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I do not need it. I'm awesome, anyway. :lol:

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At my gym, Milfs, milfs everywhere.

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Not as much as I'd like... but my metabolism is pretty kickass so im thin by default--hate to say it but I wish I had more body fat =X

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[QUOTE=thebanned1;1058197]i,m scottish

ARE YOU MAD ? :lol:[/QUOTE]

I should use this as my excuse, lol. I haven't been to the gym in a very long time. I'd like to think that I will get back once I have the baby, but that will probably make it more difficult to go!

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I exercise almost every day but I never go to the gym. it's so much faster and cheaper to exercise at home. I just do a lot of bodyweight exercises.

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Mon, Tues, Thu, Fri 7am.

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[QUOTE=feather;1058225]Mon, Tues, Thu, Fri 7am.[/QUOTE]

this is about the time I'm leaving the gym. Then I return 12 hours later and hit the weights hard.

weightlifting is my religion :)

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^no shit huh? cool

[QUOTE=Rawrmune;1058220]I exercise almost every day but I never go to the gym. it's so much faster and cheaper to exercise at home. I just do a lot of bodyweight exercises.[/QUOTE]

Me too, been doing all my workouts at home the past 3 years. bodyweight, also use dumbells and a power tower.

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No gym for about 2 yrs now - play squash 4 times a week

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I used to go regularily.

But i hated the gym i was going to and its put me off. Had a lot going on so i've been out of the habit for 4 months. Been occasionally running but I need to get back in the gym. I feel fat!

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[QUOTE=Rawrmune;1058220]I exercise almost every day but I never go to the gym. it's so much faster and cheaper to exercise at home. [/QUOTE]

Personally it doesn't work for me to exercise at home .... it makes me lazy for some reason. It really motivates me to see other people working their ass off at the gym and seeing great results :)

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Mon, Tues, Thurs, Fri, AM workouts...usually once on the weekend, something light, or a bike ride.

I love the gym. It's the greatest antidepressant ever.

If you haven't read this, it's pretty cool- from Henry Rollins:

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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 s--t 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.

-Henry Rollins[/quote]

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[QUOTE=88Mariner;1058243]this is about the time I'm leaving the gym. Then I return 12 hours later and hit the weights hard.

weightlifting is my religion :)[/QUOTE]

What time do you start?! :shock:

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[QUOTE=Jenks;1058303]If you haven't read this, it's pretty cool- from Henry Rollins:[/QUOTE]

Love it.

I've been back on p90x for about 4 months now. Do all my workouts in my garage; I've got a crappy little setup, but it does the job. For the last 5 weeks or so, I've been doing doubles a couple days a week. I'll put in a 5k run or a cardio workout in the am and follow with a muscle workout in the pm. Feels pretty damn good, I'm in better shape now than I was in college. There's a six pack in here somewhere..... :)

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Really cool post Jenks I can relate to 95% of it. I made the decision to make working out as routine as eating and increase/decrease the intensity as needed. The consistency part alone has been a life improving factor like nothing else. I think a lot of the worlds problems stem from their lack of physical exercise.

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I workout mostly to maintain a basis of fitness and to increase strength where I need it for climbing, so it has a supportive function for me. Rowing and swimming actually do that job as well but at this point the gym is around the corner and the least time-consuming option for me. I love doing pull-ups in various ways on the rack by the way, since I'm a climbing I'm really good at that of course and somehow there's always some buff guy around who seems to think he needs to show that skinny guy he can do better. But they never do and then I receive suprised remarks about how high I can pull myself, even with arms in wide position :). And then of course there are those girlies walking around in the sexiest outfit they can find just to attract te attention of the men, playing with their smartphones all the time while barely touching anything in there. Basically they're just in there for decoration but at least I have something to look at while working out...

Love the piece of Henry Rollins and the lessons it describes by the way!

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[QUOTE=Jenks;1058303]Mon, Tues, Thurs, Fri, AM workouts...usually once on the weekend, something light, or a bike ride.

I love the gym. It's the greatest antidepressant ever.

If you haven't read this, it's pretty cool- from 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 s--t 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.

-Henry Rollins

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I know at least 1 person here could probably re-read this right around this time of year (new year resolution time).

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Such a great essay. I should typeset it and frame it as a poster.

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Futsal once or twice a week at max these days...I have virtually stopped gym and started drinking and smoking...I need that natural high again..that good feeling after a workout...

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I don't have a gym membership, but I do workout.. I have a road bike, couple of free weights, and a pull up bar at my house. I think lifting your own body weight (pull ups, push ups, sit ups) and some sort of cardio (running, cycling) is sufficient to keep in shape. I also play tennis.. usually a pretty good workout as well. I was going to the gym for 4-5 years, but slowly realized that the gym offers more than I need to keep in shape...

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^agreed. but some people need the gym to sort of force themselves to workout. so whatever works ;)

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Pull up bar...its not one of those ones that kamal posted in nonsense giferoo thread is it?!

That piece by rollins was gold too

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[QUOTE=nelinho;1074418]Pull up bar...its not one of those ones that kamal posted in nonsense giferoo thread is it?!

That piece by rollins was gold too[/QUOTE]

hah ... ya that guy wasn't prepared, I got one of these in the garage: [IMG]https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Vsbm0Mm2xZk/UNohGAn5-AI/AAAAAAAAD74/aIbn76t7mms/s512/2012-12-25-0637.jpg[/IMG] its not going anywhere :D[QUOTE=floridaorange;1074411]^agreed. but some people need the gym to sort of force themselves to workout. so whatever works ;)[/QUOTE]

true ... a gym membership helps with motivation for sure