Is it true once a meathead always a meathead?
I’m not entirely sure but I have been testing it out on a weekly basis. During the week I perform multiple Ballet Beautiful workouts, however in the weekends (and one day a week) I save my weightlifting sessions and treat them like royalty. I savor every exercise and every rep even though I changed my rep style and training techniques.
Since my goals are different my programs consist of higher rep ranges than what I’m used to, also more circuit-training style and also tri-sets/giant sets. The rest time has been super short and interesting. Ever since I started spreading out my Ballet Beautiful workouts throughout the day – I became comfortable with doing quicker workouts. I also became addicted to a different kind of fascinating localized burn.
For a long time I used to perform 2-3 hours in the gym on weightlifting and cardio sessions but now I’m on to doing everything different. To be honest, I don’t think I enjoy long workouts at the moment. At the moment it feels like getting my workouts done quickly is a new accomplishment. I do have to control my breathing as I’m dying half the time, with or without digesting caffeine. On this note: The last few years I actually enjoy taking caffeine for workout sessions because there are times when it blunts the hardcore pain and burn – it makes it easier to get through difficult super intense workouts.
I’ve broken up my weightlifting/strength-training bouts typically into these body parts: Shoulders, Traps & Back, Chest & Back or Chest, Squats & Arms or Legs, Glutes and Arms. It’s very typical of me to do any body part along with Back (and I’ve been trying to get out of this habit) because I love training back! Then there are times when I throw in many different push ups at one time and bang them out as quickly as possible while aiming for 100 reps or higher as a round 1 or round 2 of my workout in the day. I have a soft spot for push ups because being a woman it proved difficult for me to get to a place where I could do one push up, so now generally I go buck-wild doing them because I can now. It keeps the upper body and core strength high anyway.
This past weekend I performed Barbell Bent-Over Rows (underhand), Dumbbell Shoulder Press, Bent-Over Rear Delt Flyes and Dumbbell Bicep curls one after another. I’ve never been a big fan of tri-sets or giant sets back in the days – here and there they were a once in a blue thing, but for the most part straight and supersets were always my go to with rest-pause/staggered sets.
Back to the weekend, I dug my feet into the ground and got into a perfect 90 degree with my body so my hamstrings are stretched yet contracted isometric and pulling underhand for the Bent-Over Rows. I felt absolutely amazing! It’s like an invisible breeze flowed through my hair, although it felt like a sauna in the room.
And I felt wild fire spread across the forest of my muscles. I love when it feels like my entire body grows swollen in a matter of seconds and the delts start to fill like balloons. I love when the body comes off as if it’s hitting muscular failure when each set goes on and the pull of the motion seems to get jerky and doesn’t feel as smooth yet the reality is you’re not jerking your body in a discombobulated fashion. You’re just becoming one with the mind-muscle-body connection.
Then I moved right into the Standing Dumbbell Shoulder Press as my abdominals pulled itself in while the glutes keep taunt and super tight to aid in a strong soldier position. I pumped out reps and focused on maintaining good breathing techniques as my heart raced and raced and raced.
My lats became a passionate bonfire while in the Dumbbell Bent-Over Rear Delt Flyes. I got into the perfect 90 degree, and my hamstrings are stretched yet contracted isometric again, but this time I have to pull back almost in an arc. I fought through the raging flame. I fought through gravity. I fought through the speeding heart. I grinded my teeth. My cheeks puffed up like a hamster binging. My mascara sweated and burned in my eyes.
Then quickly I moved into Dumbbell Bicep Curls and smiled at myself in the mirror. My delts are pumped and I could see these lines embedded in the top of my traps every time I alternated curling and squeezing for two seconds before coming back down. And it’s in these times where I realized how much I’ve busted my ass training with the first loves of my life: Dumbbells and Barbells. This is true resistance. I love the iron and nothing can ever take its place.
I felt the rush of blood raged through my veins rep after rep after rep as I moved and grimace on to each exercise until I finally took a rest for a few moments before I had to hit it again for another 3 more big sets. This was another reminder that once a meathead is always a meathead. It’s a drug. It’s an addiction. It’s something my body and my mind calls for without a shadow of a doubt. This is true love.
Weightlifting gives me a different outlet by allowing me to tap into various types of emotions that dwell within me. When I want to feel like a hungry beast, when I want to take my aggression out, when I want to tighten my skin, when I want to swell my body parts like I live off a tank of helium and when I want to feel like my strong self again – I have weightlifting to count on.
Ballet Beautiful allows me to feel feminine and it provides contrast for my weightlifting. Weightlifting makes me feel masculine – and if this sounds sexist to you – then that sounds like a personal problem. I embrace both essences of gender. Both training systems work for me in different ways, like I work on bigger muscle with weights and smaller ones with Ballet Beautiful. They both have everlasting techniques and history. They both share technique, strength and grace.
I acquire distinctive endorphins from both training systems, but it seems like weightlifting is what makes my blood fire instinctively and it makes me feel powerful and invincible – capable of anything and everything.