Anyone have this article?
I may have to write it myself if all else fails.
Both the author and Mr. Primo will most assuredly provide much-required information on the dietary recommendations needed for this type of training. There's a book out there already dealing with this and I believe it's titled "Knife, Fork, Brussel Sprouts" but will have to research that further. "The Pepperoni Way to Pectoral Perfection" is also on my list of must-reads, as is the book "Little Known Dough-Whirling Dervishes of the Basque Region" . . . "Grip Training: Goombah Style" may also be of interest here.
I plan to delve into the Body/Mind/Spirit connections behind Mr. Primo's training style, that most important aspect Bruce Lee's pizza dough throwing mentor revealed to him in a monk's cave in the Himalayas that turned out to be a dumpster behind the Walmart near Perdue University. Lee's training logbooks mention "tossing dough to infinity" several times . . .
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As a well-seasoned, admittedly often-cheesy, patron of the Irony Game since the days when Sergio Oliva's beloved pre-contest meal was non-diet coca-cola and pizza... knowing the varied menu proclivities of the many Ironics reading this blog as they sit at their post-workout training tables...I now hungrily await the inevitable high intensity, high volume debate between "Pineapple Pizza, ONLY!" and "Pepperoni Pizza, ONLY!" gourmands.
ReplyDeleteJoe, I've heard of these food-wars in fitness biz history. From what I understand it was all about the take-out. Boho's crew supported Chinese; the Weider outfit promoted pizza. These "Chinee-Pizza wars" raged on for decades, in lifting publications, competitions and at select Grade Zee restaurants. Actually, the cops had to finally step in and apply pressure to both sides and thankfully, a truce was agreed to. Roaming gangs of tight white T-shirt wearing hooligans clashed on streets across the Nation . . . pizza-box-carrying Weiderites sent many a plastic-fork wielding Boho-er to hospital but . . . most of it was all a show and really, we ALL know what poseurs bodybuilders can be.
DeleteNowadays it's all about the oil, and several embargos and trade battles have resulted between the Old and New guard. Warring factions of Valentino-armed 30-weight synthol-stuffers are engaged in heavy battle with young and hungry followers of Bubbles Piana. Honestly, most of these skirmishes look a lot to the casual outsider like a pile of brain-damaged Michelin Men rolling around in the snail-like oily filth-trail constantly seeping from their overly-large rear delts and sloppy-looking lumbar bubbles, to say nothing of that dreaded "tripping on your own triceps" syndrome going around now.
DeleteThese oil-wars posing as bodybuilding competitions have gotten close to outta hand if you ask me. Madness! And the damned diets don't help one bit. The desire for lower lats that have to be tucked in to a fella's pants and traps that fit under a hat can lead to some rather dangerous lifestyle choices and lets not forget about the importance of regularity when insul-stuffing a thousand or so grams of carbs into the old Exxon Val Diesel on a daily basis. Elite bodybuilding coaches, always on the cutting edge of progress, are recommending a Castrol and Castor Oil Body-Go product that's getting good reviews in some quarters. It's pricey, but remember . . .
DeleteWHATEVER IT TAKES.
Not sloshy enough? Oil more!
Gut not distended properly? Growth it up!
WHATEVER IT TAKES!
Physique competition has evolved! Although, instead of organic matter under heavy weight producing oil like in ancient eons, now it's oil producing organic matter which then goes under heavy weight.
DeleteYa just gotta get with th' times, man!
Gone are them drier days, when "using oil" meant "I apply a little baby oil to make muh muscles shine when uh pose" or was a "Pumping Iron" text hyperbole (hey, y'notice how I smoothly incorporated that big word?), "I'd drink crankcase oil at any price per quart if that's what it took to grow muh muskkkkles!"
Those topical and oral administrations are Draper's Dungeon dark ages stuff, buddy - - the "scientific approach" of today's trophy-centered syntholzoid is, "If you don't inject, you can't collect!"
How do you stuff one of these oil-guys in your gas tank? Do they need to be drained first? How bad are the emissions? Will electric vehicles affect modern bodybuilding? What's a hyperboly?
DeleteOr, as ancient Babble-onion text literally translates, in the end, "All's well, that oils well."
DeleteBig laugh over here, Joe!
DeleteYeah! I've read that too so it must be true . . .