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mrhtbd
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The one summer my deltoids were biggest, in relation to the rest of my physique, was the summer I spent as a painter.
Working overhead for extended periods of time was tiring.
I would fatigue early and have to switch arms.
Luckily, I can paint with both hands, but I'm not as refined with my left.
Slap it on with the left, cut in the lines with my right.
I remember painting a church and my job was to get the archway windows (the narrow ones up high with a pointed arch at the top). They were above the third floor.
It was a scary job for me, as the 40 ft ladder was extended with only three rungs together at the junction, and still to reach the top of the arch I had to hold onto the bottom of the handle with my fingers and work the paint in with small strokes.
The paint can was hanging from a metal "s" that I fabricated, and I was holding on the tip of the one ladder with my other hand as cars and trucks roared by all day.
There were six of those windows and I can't remember a job I was more happy to be over.
My deltoids were burning after that afternoon, but after that summer, they were big, cut, and well defined.
You know the old saying, "There are two kinds of painters, those who love it, and those who hate it," but for those who hate it, there is the benefit of great deltioid development and/or pump, depending on the length of the job.
I'm looking at a lot of finish painting I want to get done around the house and have been putting it off, and some of you may as well, but the chance or finishing those delts like a turkey in a slow cooker, may inspire some to get on the job and put in the time to do it.
I think it's inspiration enough for me to get started, and "git 'er done!"
Working overhead for extended periods of time was tiring.
I would fatigue early and have to switch arms.
Luckily, I can paint with both hands, but I'm not as refined with my left.
Slap it on with the left, cut in the lines with my right.
I remember painting a church and my job was to get the archway windows (the narrow ones up high with a pointed arch at the top). They were above the third floor.
It was a scary job for me, as the 40 ft ladder was extended with only three rungs together at the junction, and still to reach the top of the arch I had to hold onto the bottom of the handle with my fingers and work the paint in with small strokes.
The paint can was hanging from a metal "s" that I fabricated, and I was holding on the tip of the one ladder with my other hand as cars and trucks roared by all day.
There were six of those windows and I can't remember a job I was more happy to be over.
My deltoids were burning after that afternoon, but after that summer, they were big, cut, and well defined.
You know the old saying, "There are two kinds of painters, those who love it, and those who hate it," but for those who hate it, there is the benefit of great deltioid development and/or pump, depending on the length of the job.
I'm looking at a lot of finish painting I want to get done around the house and have been putting it off, and some of you may as well, but the chance or finishing those delts like a turkey in a slow cooker, may inspire some to get on the job and put in the time to do it.
I think it's inspiration enough for me to get started, and "git 'er done!"