Bro-conomics

I have been on the fence deciding between returning to the gym or the roads. Marathon training through the winter sounded terrible, especially since I would have to run in the dark before or after work, as well as struggling to fit in long runs on weekends with the kids. I printed out a training schedule, ran the first two weeks, and then decided it wasn’t for me this season.

I started spending time with a fellow bodybuilder and began to miss lifting heavy (and having visible muscles). One week back in the gym and I’m reminded why training alone was so hard through my first prep. Just like the saying you are what you eat, you also are who you hang out with. Which brings me to the latest life lesson I must preach…

Bulking is evidence of trickle down economics. When one person bulks, everyone in their sphere of influence bulks. When you have dinner with a bodybuilder on a dirty bulk that dinner may consist of a pizza, two Primanti’s sandwiches, a giant frosted brownie, and a couple large beers. Everything they can’t have on a cut is on the menu and portion sizes are a laughable recommendation. Their food scale is getting less action than the average Comi-Con geek and their bathroom scales are hiding in terror. By the way, check best folding picnic table for outdoor dinnerĀ :p

This orgy of consumption slowly turns into them storing food in your fridge, insisting on making dinner (because chicken and broccoli again isn’t cutting it), and suggesting horrible dining options regularly. Next thing you know you’re eating right along with them. Then you’re shopping list starts to look like you’ve never heard of macros or IIFYM. And then you’re looking at the dog and thinking how he deserves some of these treats. He’s looking a little skinny. And maybe the fish too…

And inevitably, you wake up to the truth one day. You’re bulking by association. And it’s AWESOME!

 

1 comment:

  1. Well as for me Gym is better. And as I can see you did great results in you Bikini)