The Chest -- Spencer Churchill (1953)

 

It's a veritable pec-exercise potpourri from

across the water in '53! 

Personally, I am pronouncing that strange new word below as chiset. 

Chiselled chiset, heard in the head as chizette.  

For the love of God, stop encouraging me! 

Nah, I love it, and it helps get rid of the chaff 

who may not like it mixed in with their extremely serious free training articles.

Capitalism, whatever that is, has a way of limiting things

once an exchange of monies has taken place for a "product"

I guess. No money, no barter, no small print and no guarantee here. 

Geeeee-Yes! 

On to the wonders of proper chizette training! 

In my opinion it is easier to gain measurement on the chest than on any other part of the physique. This is because apart from the muscular increase gained by building the pectorals, measurement is also obtained by expanding the rib box. 

Most bodybuilders enjoy their chset workouts[there's a different error that got past the proofer! 10 sets of back, 10 sets of chset}, as the exercises are comfortable to perform. In fact I would say that next to the arms they are the most popular muscle group to work on. {Please stop calling this "work" . . . thank you!}.

It is best to do your chset not-work early in your playout. Enough! 

It is best to do your chest work early in your workout, as the poundages used in chest exercises are usually high. Most bodybuilders work their chest after work, damn it, after they have done their squats, and in this case the squat should be their first exercise. 

For rib box expansion, it is good to work the chest after squats as you are already breathing deeply. Any form of deep breathing induced by exercise is beneficial to the size of the rib-box. 

{There's an article by Don Ross. He used do the high rep, heavy squats with the standard berzillion deep breaths between each rep. When he was finished squatting, done, kaput and pooped out, he'd run out the gym door and sprint around the block, THEN do his breathing pullovers. It was not uncommon as his sweaty post-squat figure raced to the door for Bruno at the desk to hand him a note: "Dozen eggs, quart of milk."}

Here is a progressive chest developing course that is a record of my chest workouts since I started bodybuilding, so it should be helpful for any bodybuilder advanced or just beginning. 

The most popular chest exercise, and I would say the most beneficial is the Bench Press with barbell. This was my first chest exercise. For this movement a wide grip is necessary. If a close grip is used too much work falls on the triceps instead of the pectorals.

Breathing: When the breath is pressed to arms' length the bar is exhaled. {Oh, those wacky Brits and their innuendo}. When the bar is lowered to the chset, inhale. For comfort, a folded towel placed on the chaps will absorb the shock of the what hitting the which? 

For the first six months I did four sets of 10

and never looked back. 

Okay, so alls he did for his first for months for chest was the bench, 4 x 10 

and the odd blindside reacharound.

My next six month's of chest work consisted of an addition of just one exercise coupled with the bench press. This exercise was dipping between chains. The chains are placed wide enough apart so that when you are in the starting position your hands are as far apart as they would be in the bench press. This exercise should be performed fast as it follows your bench press and is used as a flushing exercise, not to be confused with the highly unscientic practice of squatting nude to a seat-up toilet to check depth. And length. Be sure to get as deep as possible when dripping, er, dipping, as this works the muscle over its full range. 

{There's an article on Roman Ring training in the same mag, so that should clear up any questions you may haven't anymore about the "chain dips" that I first thought was a type O that shoulda read chair dips. This chset training can be tricky! Even for clean-cut lads and lasses such as ourselves. Selves? Do your trolls suffer from Imposter Syndrome? Mine sure do.

Breathing: Same as in bench press. I performed four sets of as many reps as possible and brought along many extra towels to the gym on chset day at this point. AMRAP? Well, isn't that just such a fancy new acronym for the same old thing! The Sun must get awful tired of nothing actually new being under it. I know I do, but sex ain't too big a deal for me at this age, and besides, missionary's a right out dragHence, the need for new names, like chset and once again for the love of all Gods will you please stop encouraging me!   

Okay, he's put in his first year and has worked up to a good poundage and gained some inches on the chset formerly known as chest. Hey, Pencil-neck! Princely pecs-O-perfection can be yours in only one year.

For my next six months' chest not-work after work. I decided to use two new exercises and added a snack between "real" meals. Yes, friends, I had fallen into the dreaded food addiction commonly known as "nutrition" to some. Do you find yourself feeling some pangs of guilt when you don't work out? I The first was the bench press with dumbbells made by dumbbells for dumbbells. Oh that's not true and we know it, Mister. But yeah, switch to DBs here. I am liking the simple progression he's presenting here! 

 

And now for something completely unrelated and of no use in the gym I played with for an hour or two today, and a related idea that spun off, but the spinoff's not for public presentation with my name on it and not quite done yet. As always, the skip reading it or the piss off and get lost options are yours. Fish head in the fridge for my adult daughter's tiny garden out back.  

Enjoy. Or not. No matter to me. 

 

There's some fish heads in the fridge here, something about a garden going on out back. Ooh, the looks on their disembodied heads are wild! 

A dead-only aquarium,

fish cemetery, long-gone

splendors, spent, never again

to live in the ripples of their God's loving waters.

 

Ba-dump bum.

 

Geez, I wish I could find things to, duh, write about. 

Anyhow, continuing with my personal abuse of poetic possibilities

with this one thought trigger . . . Stanza McTwo. 

Free toy inside!  

 

Brilliance of 

bubble-shine flashbacks

lighting, lightening, then  

enlightening 

their way 

back home to

the Holy Void.

Noiseless now, time forever silenced.

Scaled down in size, awaiting the next shape. 

Hell, it's middle shelf stuff and good enough for a quickie from a fast thought. 

I couldn't resist a touch of the corn by using "scaled" there, hahaha! The fish heads in the fridge also gave me an idea for a piece of what those in the know call "prose" too. That one'll take up a lot more potential lawn mowing time and energy better spent on blades of inedible grass that originally came from earlier Brit times when it was a sign of "prosperity" and wealth to own sheep and goats that grazed and kept the "lawn" short and trimmed. Pretty funny fact! Bubble-boys encased in the privacy of no-mind shortening every blade, or some damn thing. Anyhow, the fish thing today . . . prose response to the image of it . . . 

Yeah, silly amateurish "prose" piece from a dead fridge-fish head. This one's about fish finding themselves able to breathe air and walk on land among us. Unable to find employment in our world, destitute, homeless and now addicted to air with no way of returning home to their world, they are forced by circumstance into the human sex trade . . . you know . . . fish "head" and the giving of it for money to survive? Like I says, it ain't for public presentation under my name 'cause there's goons out there incapable of just ignoring writing they don't enjoy reading and it can be a right pain after a while when it gets back to you, or someone at work and such. 

 

Also, there's one section of this thing . . . after teaching themselves to read human, what's it? Um, symbols, language, writing . . . all that silly time-wasting stuff I love so much . . . after teaching themselves to read human writing, a teenage rebel-fish (lead character and the hero of the story) happens upon Lovecraft's "The Deep Ones" and "Shadows Over Innsmouth" . . . upset at the skewed and falsely-frightening portrayal of his long lost kin-in-kind, he forms a small revolutionary army and puts it upon himself to change written human history, yada yada blah blah, some kinda fishy metaphor there, censorship and all that rubbish. Possible A.I. humanoid vs Fish-people war there.  I'm havin' fun with the fish head today! 

Typering out from these mag articles and books can get grindy after a while, so I decided years ago with this thing, this blog deal, to never play with it unless it's fun at that moment. Just like my lifting now . . . and every other part of my life come to think of it. If it ain't fun at, I wait until it is. Work is always fun now. Housecleaning . . . get a life. Laundry, maybe, maybe not. Cooking, eating, sleeping . . . when and if I feel like it. Got real lucky here with the over-the-hill going down part in this no meaning known or needed blink-of-an-eye called "life" I guess, and can do that. Sure, you lose some friends and maybe a family member gets sickened by the lack of boot-strap pulling and a lack of this lunacy known as a "legacy" or some such earthbound claptrap and crapola on a gravedigger's shovel, but I am real happy to be able to live like this finally. 

Oh shit . . . stuff from the image of what's on a gravedigger's shovel one morning . . . maybe what's it . . . anthropomorphic angle on a pair of insects on the shovel . . . loving couple who live on the carcasses of humans . . . of course very highly "respected" humans. Insects living on Arnold's remains . . . a loving couple of insects who are so beyond our human ideals of what life is it's not visible to us? Or maybe the shit on the gravedigger's shoe is the lead character in a short piece of "prose" fiction? Whatever . . . it's so, duh, hard to find stuff to write about, right?  

Okay . . . here's where the article starts again, more or less, with my thin layer of no-goal add-ons on top. 

I tolds ya not to encourage me . . . I is quite the butthead when it's fun!

And now typering out this one all rote-like ain't fun right now. 

To be continued . . . possibly, there's not much in this one really. Other than something a Youtube pup accidentally here via a few clicks might gain from reading . . . but I doubt it. 

"What's this? Oh, more of that quaint old dusty stuff." 

Enjoy Your Lifting!