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The World As I See It from Ballet-Inspired Training


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In weightlifting it’s about contractions with the muscles.  Examples are:  Tightening, squeezing, static holding and rarely locking out the arms.

In Ballet, it’s about the extension.  Example:  Locking out to a degree; lengthening, reaching; stretching outwards with the body long through the neck, arms, through the knees and ankles.

In weightlifting it’s about how many calluses you build on your hand – it’s a sign of respect and work ethics.  In Ballet, it’s about how you carry your grace through your hands and how you group your fingers together in poise.

In weightlifting it’s about strapping your wrists tight for the most important lifts.  In ballet, it’s about keeping the wrists flexible and allowing the wrist to go limp while you have graceful curvature of the fingers.

In weightlifting it’s about never rounding your back.  In Ballet, it’s about rounding your back.

In weightlifting it’s about arching the back.  In Ballet, it’s about the tailbone being tucked underneath for straight back alignment and not what textbook fitness call “happy cat.”

In weightlifting it’s about engaging your core.  In Ballet, it’s about pulling “inward” through the center.

In weightlifting it’s about static stretching.  In Ballet, it’s about a combination of stretching from dynamic and ballistic, while searching for angles that work best for you in stretching even if seems like you’re coming out of alignment within a single stretch (evidently with the know-how of not hurting yourself).

In weightlifting it’s about muscles being timed and under tension.  In Ballet, it’s about moving your body as effortlessly as possible allowing the body to move freely with zero muscle tension.

In weightlifting it’s about muscle bellies.  In Ballet, it’s about body lines.

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Of course whether I explained things correctly or not isn’t what this entry’s about since these are my experiences and how I personally perceive them to be.

I hope you found my observations to be as interesting as I found it interesting to reflect.

Happy Training!

-Pennington

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Maybe I Shouldn’t Talk?


None of my business
There are many things I don’t get in the gym.  Yet there are some things I do get and I do understand like when a person is a beginner and they look over at someone else doing an exercise believing they got that great body because they’re DOING THAT ONE EXERCISE!  Fuck me MAN!  I was guilty of this too.  Ain’t it comical though how so much could be further from the truth?  So, what’s this about?

I observe people in the gym.  Men and women alike or fit and fat or somewhere in between alike.  And I probably should start off by saying that maybe this particular way works for her?  I don’t know as I’m not a fucking coach (and currently don’t intend to be)  and there are many things I don’t like to talk about because I don’t do everything perfect either, such as eat better and cleaner foods 80% of the time.  And many can tell me:  It’s not all about training; your gains would come in more if you just eat better.  But I digress.

There’s this woman (and this is quite a trend too I noticed for some women) who I’ve observed time and time again.  She’ll do an exercise and go for moderate/heavy weight and only do a few reps.  A few reps like 1-5 usually.  Yes, she’s a powerlifter (and to point out, I don’t have much knowledge on why powerlifters do what they do besides the whole strength thing), but I don’t understand the point of doing one exercise (or maybe a couple) and wait around endlessly for the next 3-5 minutes until the body fully recovers only to go and do some cardio on the treadmill at a snail’s pace and THAN go back to lifting again?

Again, maybe this works for her?  I don’t know.  I’m not her.  But it kills me (just like it kills me –a little – that I train hard without being on point with my diet) somewhere inside!  I could understand if a person is rocking out to either their Powerlifting day or an accessory day.  And maybe a person could just perform a day of accessory work with cardio at the end.  And maybe I could understand the whole lifting of the weights first and going balls to the walls on every furious set THAN doing a cardio session after.

And to note:  I’ve done training workouts where I’ll push my muscles with maximum weight with maximum reps in a maximum set and to maximum failure and THAN follow up with 1-2 minutes of fucking sprinting on the treadmill and repeat the maximum of the maximum again.  (<- This usually happens when I’m dieting down.)  I could understand if one hits it hard one way (right at the beginning!) only to come up and still finish strong in the end anyway.

But, if it seems like something or someone is half-ass, (and if one is calling it like how they see it), I mean, you know what I mean:  Does it mean this type of training is really working for this person?  Or is it just another method of getting by, by doing the bare minimum and being lazy during the training process?

Maybe I shouldn’t talk.

none of my business tho

-Pennington

Middle Design


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We’d hangout every Saturday and Sunday evening making love to the steel plates, machines and barbells in the weight room. We’d give it all we got with our energy breaths, backbone and fervor and didn’t let up until hours later when it was autumn, cold, dark and the night fell full of empty heart.

We’d paused and lingered on one another between sets and smile like we owned the sun and I’d look up to your grace like an anchoring giant sitting in the middle of my heart’s desire and listened to your persistent sermons. Off onto the bus heading home crosstown I’d praised existence and its happiness all the sudden and turn my face away from the other passengers whenever I’d feel sullen about us.

I’d watch you watch me and you watched me watch you just like a crowd yet we were always at an extended distance with actions that were never to be spoken out and about. I’d wait around for you and asked if this is what you’d also wanted after I finished my exhaustive workout. You’d invite me into the locker room and performed a routine: mixing supplements, shaking your protein and layering up in clothing to either hide your muscles or create the illusion of bigger ones?

You have a knack for bringing up deep thoughts and heavy conversations when you flowed out of yourself like when you mentioned your father being murdered and how you only have one memory of him. I thought to myself, only you would know how to make the time in between grim and pick it up at a whim with a crafty grin.

But I’d remain silent, analyzing, hands folded, wondering why you’d come out the blue with these aching stories. Were you trying to test my comfort abilities? Or was this an unusual way of letting me know I’d be in the friend zone? If so, answer me please, so I can duly note it.

Remember when you asked me if I’m a patient person.
I do, and I’m sure you had a motive.

-Pennington

Ultimate Press Bar


Started using my Ultimate Press Bar and it’s motherfuckin’ fabulous!

I can perform my Reverse Push-ups, Dips and Hanging Knee Raises.  Now KNOW I love my dumbbells first!  Barbells and Machines second.  So why did I resort to buying this Press Bar?  A few reasons, but one major reason is due to the fact that I want to learn how to master my bodyweight.  It’s very important to master one’s own bodyweight because this would mean you have an outstanding foundation!  One could use their entire body as one unit.  So, instead of bench pressing and only moving half your body, you can move your whole body and double the heart rate, the calories, oxygen consumption and hit more muscle fibers, no?!

Now shouldn’t this be common sense?  It should, right?  I mean, off the top of my head there are people who prove  bodyweight exercises are the shit:  Those that go into the Army.  I mean, we all know a person has to pass a physical exam before they can join the Be all You Can Be squad.  And those who have to work their asses off to be highly conditioned in order to perform badass moves like roundhouse kicks and flying knees.  Welcome to the jungle of MMA (Mixed Martials Arts)!

So of course with the journey of Training Life comes stubbornness (excuses as to why I don’t want to change my exercise program, the fear and the constant hesitation of trying something new) and a billion cases of trials and errors.  Or in my case, mindlessly jumping into probably one of the biggest errors I’ve done thus far, which was Lift, Lift, Lift!  (I have the injuries and setbacks to prove it! )  Lifting because I love anything I can wrap my hand around that’s made out of metal and steel.  Nothing moves me or makes me feel quite as ecstatic, alive and as fucking powerful as going against resistance.  Could be a psychological thing?  You know like rebelling.  But this is obviously done in a different fashion.  *puts finger to lip*  Who really knows?

However buying the Ultimate Body Press will motivate me to change my ways once again.  Nothing in Life or in Training is suppose to be set in it’s ways anyhow.  If so, then I/you’re not maturing much in and out the many facets concerning your everyday or personal life.  I know how hard it is to change one’s belief systems, simply because  you truly believe you KNOW all that there is to KNOW.  And NO! Usually not the case. It takes a Lifetime (sometimes way more) just to master 1 skill. Anyhow as usual, I came to my senses or better yet I let my intuition guide steer me naturally towards a path I’m destined to be.  Crazy! because my Training Life is so deep that I do feel it on a subconscious and spiritual level as oppose to only hitting it on the surface (physical) or what it could also be looked at for:  Vanity Purposes.

On another note, I have realize, not only can I use my Ultimate Press Bar for Training benefits.  But I’m thinking about using it for sexual duties too.  Yes I love the idea and yes it sort of goes hand in hand with one another, don’t you think?  I can come up with a few sexual positions on this Bar.

Why not, right? 😉

Pennington

I Can Be A Bitch @ The Gym!


And frankly, I don’t give a fuck!

Surely, I feel bad for the females and males that want to come up to me and ask me a million training tips.  I feel their aura.  I saw that young lady watching me down to when I wrote every exercise, reps and notes I jotted.  I sense their puppiness.  And I certainly want to reach out towards them (and there are times when I do), but I can’t afford to let my guard down when I have  already built my shield of steel, ready to zero in focus and gearing to get the GAME FACE up to PLAY!

See, when you step into the Weight Room area, it’s not for the faint of heart.  You have to step right up and steal the limelight like a rapper to a mic.  The Weight Room Area shouldn’t be for Beginners.  It would make them a bit insecure and by all means intimidated.  And if you’re saying, everyone has to start somewhere?  Well, that’s where the Nautilus machines come in.  I, completely understand their fears and concerned questions..and as much as I would love to care for most of the beginners and take them under my wing, there’s always somebody to fill in that spot.

The Weight Room Area isn’t intended for those women who are too busy picking up light weights hoping to God it’s going to do  something like get better Tricep shape or lose fat.  I can tell they suck because there’s no proper form, no feeling, no fucking meaning like having sex with your homely husband!  It’s simply a flail of lazy arms “going through the motions” so to speak.  However, my favorites are those folks who fail to write a program out from the get go.  So they’re immobile like a deer in headlights looking at the dumbbells like it’s their first pair of boobs…*scratches head* ..”where do I start?”.. “what do I do with it?”

They could get out my way as I take Center Stage! 😉

Being that men are assholes, especially in the weight room… I’m a fucking bitch!  And if someone asks me to jump in when I’m already on a machine and I allow their presence in my steel aura…then.. I must be in a great fucking mood, or the guy came off nice and asked in a pleasant way or that guy is good-looking/has a big butt or I’m not going in for that day’s circuit training regimen.  So, again, since men are destined to be assholes, I can certainly be a bitch.  Which reminds me, just the other day…

There was a bench open.  I quickly analyzed and saw that someone had called “dibs” on it from the looks of their 115lb dumbbells, keys and cellphone.  Of course, no one was physically there to claim it, right!  And well, I knew a big guy was going to be coming around as soon as I’m about to call it mine.  And what do you know?

A giant Caucasian man comes by says:
“I’m using that.”
I said:
“Are you now?  You weren’t here just a minute ago.”
He says:
“I was drinking water.”
*I roll my eyes.*
Then he says:
“You can jump on and use the bench with me.”
And a third guy behind the back of me, obviously wants no trouble of any kind says:
“You can take my bench.  No worries.”
I said:
“No.  No worries.  I won’t take none, but this one”…
*pointing to the one right to the left of me*

 

Because truth was I wanted to start shit for the hell of it.  I blame it on the Testosterone.  But, I didn’t need to pick that bench.

Many men find me annoying in the gym.  Many men try and put me down when they get the chance and tell me stupid shit like:  “You’re going to be bigger than a man” and “Females don’t look right with lots of muscle.” (Mind you, Is till have loads of fat on my body!)  Many men do their best to intimidate me with their solid grill football masks and indomitable aura.  I shake them off with my eyes, with a head nod, with a shrug, with my own Pennington Hall’s manic eyes and clench fists in combination of a workout that’s intense by 10, going harder in their FACE!  I’m not some pussy ass broad.  I have bigger Outer Lips, then men have balls!

So, does their intimidation factor work?   HELL NO!  I have Pride.  I have Ego.  I know how to play and Don being an Asshole.  I know how to make shit work for me.  I know how to outsmart the players in the field.  I know how to get my way.  And because of all this, by far, it’s the best to KNOW how to WIN.

I’m in it always..and this bitch ain’t going anywhere.

Pennington