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I did SS from january till september of (last) year but didn't eat enough to get my lifts up significantly, definitely no noobgains to be seen. Then I simultaneously started working out with a friend in my dorm doing his 3-day split, and eating moar. I've seen more improvement in this past month or 2 than the entire rest of 2012.
But my lifts are still kind of shitty. 165lbs 5'11" here, and I squat 225 (I've stopped doing legs since I started on this split. Don't kill me), bench 155 or so, and deadlift about 2 plates, but I don't do those often anymore because they kill my lower back, I need to get better form.
Should I do SS again though, albeit this time while eating more? I feel like my noobgains have not been fulfilled, and while I don't relish the idea of doing SS again after doing it for ~9 months straight, I suppose I owe it to myself to get dat dere strength base before doing any split.
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Outside of the endless sea of the mediocre faceless nobodies, there really are two kinds of motherfuckers out there. People who start shit and think they are strong, and people who train, and KNOW they are strong. You see this shit every day. On the subway, on the street. In bars, in your classes. The loud pretenders. They talk loud, they wear loud clothing, flashy shit that's supposed to say "don't fuck with me." They walk loudly, they stomp and strut with a mean face on. They hang out with their loud friends, listening to loud fucking music. Laughing obnoxiously. They are SO QUICK to start shit. SO QUICK to prove how fucking tough they are.
>yeah motherfucker, keep on walking faggot. You don't want any of this you piece of shit! Try me, I'LL FUCK YOU UP BITCH!!
They may even go to the gym, maybe YOUR gym. But they don't train. They go to the gym to be loud and intimidating. Only doing exercises that don't compromise their carefully manicured image of toughness. Then there are the people who train. Who earned their strength through weeks and months and years of training. Who have bled real blood on the iron. This is a completely different animal.
They are calm and cool. They walk with an ease of intention. They never look irritated or angry in public. They wear whatever the fuck they feel like wearing, or whatever's comfortable.
Because they don't need a flashy jacket or an angry fucking look on a subway train, or an obnoxiously loud laugh that causes everyone else to look with nervous irritation. They don't need a posse of faggots to parrot everything they say and "back them up." Because underneath all of the fake bullshit you deal with, there's a terrifying power ready to be unleashed at any moment. The coiled calm power of ten thousand deadlifts, 15 thousand squats and 25 thousand power cleans. It all screams one thing more impossibly loud then all the shit talk in the world...
>I could kill you.