Confessions of a steroid newbie
Age: 31
Height: 5'9
Current Weight: 210lbs
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What's up fellow Meatheads,
I've almost got all of the things I need in line to start my 3rd (and hoping, smoothest cycle) to date.
When everything is set and I'm officially ready to start cycle 3 under way, I'll be keeping everyone up to date on the what/when/where/how much/ and so on, along with pics.
For now, though, I thought I'd share, with you guys, my experience with my very first steroid cycle, how it went, and the things I've learned:
:: Cue opening music from Goodfellas ::
As far back as I could remember, I've always wanted to be a meathead.
Really, I had no say in the matter. My father was a meathead, and his father before him, and his father before him. Really, my family is and always has been predominately male. Each just as in love with weights and training as the other, all in silent (and not so silent) competition with each other on who looked the most impressive.
Being raised by and surrounded by what were essentially, hairless , pink gorillas, I couldn't WAIT to get as big and run with the pack!
I consider myself lucky. I grew up in a home where grilled chicken and sweet potato or brown rice were standard dinners. Bodybuilding foods were always a staple in my home, so getting into the habit of eating the same clean foods consistently was never a discipline I had to struggle with.
I consider myself lucky even more so, because GENETICS IS FORREAL. I've seen way too many of my friends BUST THEIR ASSES 10x as much as me and have the slightest progress to show for it.
By the time I was 16, I was already a muscular, strong kid. Although coming to the realization that I would never grow past 5'9 kinda sucked. lol.
Around the time i was 17, my dad and I went to the gym, chest and tris. We're both on our last set of incline bench, I hit 315lbs for 5 sloppy half - reps. He does 315 for 12 easy reps, barely breaking a sweat.
I was in awe. Then he looks at me and goes, "Son, you ever mess with steroids?"
I said "never" and he said, "good. don't ever. You wont need them."
I looked at him, and meekly asked, "do you mess with steroids?"
He smiled and said, "Yes. But I've earned that right"
Now, truth be told, I didnt truly understand what steroids were, or what they looked like, or how you took them... I just knew (or thought I knew) the vague myth that they made you strong and made you look like a god. I was a naive 17 year old with much to learn.
It wasn't until I was 29 that I actually understood what he meant by, "I've earned that right"
That's when I tried my first cycle....
and damn did I do some things way wrong....
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