Painting and big deltoids

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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!"
 
The summer I had the biggest belly I worked at St. Mary's Cemetery as a landscaper and gravedigger. It was the summer of 2011 and it was hot. Now, because of the excessive heat there was very little to do in the way of landscaping, and hey, people weren't exactly lining up to be buried, so me and my cohorts would sit lazily around drinking beer and smoking reefer *Disclaimer: The reference to the illegal consumption of marijuana is for entertainment purposes only, no animals were harmed during the making of this thread* I drank so much beer that summer that my stomach was all distended and plump. I recall this one particularly hot summer afternoon, we were lying around smoking a joint *Please see above disclaimer* when this groundhog ran passed with what appeared to be a femur in its mouth. Thinking maybe I was smoking too much I asked a co-worker if he had in fact seen the same groundhog run passed with a fuckin' leg bone in his mouth. "Yeah, that shit happens all the time. We just throw them in that huge pile of soil at the back of the cemetery". We all laughed merrily at the antics displayed by these blithe little vermin as we smoked and drank ourselves into a carefree oblivion. That was easily the best summer of my life. The summer following I had to grow up and learn the hard lesson life serves to every adult eventually in their lives: Life sucks, and then you die.

The End
 
I'm trying to move from my thoughts back to relevent ideas concerning weight-lifting and muscle shaping, which I was probably doing before you were born. My first year as a competitive soccer player was 1966.
You have a clear choice not to open any of my posts.
I know you are friends with the mods and such, but I have been posting here since it started and on the boards since 2004.
You have 219 posts here, and many are wasted making negative comments about me. So be it.
I've already professed to "not being much," to being "a pussy," and other such derogatory things to appease the unrelenting negative comments thrown my way, but I could deadlift 390 at a body weight of 162 when I was 23, squat 425 for 6x6 and do 27 pull-ups when I was 27 at a bodyweight of 172, and all before ever looking at a steroid.
So, I am formidable in my own right regardless of what you insinuate, infer, or extrapolate about my posts.
On another note, I have learned much from some of your comments, and appreciate it, so on that note you have credence in my book. The troubles I've seen in the past have come to a head, and I am now over the top and ready to move on.
I hope you are too.
Have a good day!
 
Mrht I fall in there somewhere I hate to paint and thank God I never had to do it because I would suck at it!
Funny Story Bateman I was LMFAO dude I would have stopped burning after all that bro!!!
 
I'm trying to move from my thoughts back to relevent ideas concerning weight-lifting and muscle shaping, which I was probably doing before you were born. My first year as a competitive soccer player was 1966.
You have a clear choice not to open any of my posts.
I know you are friends with the mods and such, but I have been posting here since it started and on the boards since 2004.
You have 219 posts here, and many are wasted making negative comments about me. So be it.
I've already professed to "not being much," to being "a pussy," and other such derogatory things to appease the unrelenting negative comments thrown my way, but I could deadlift 390 at a body weight of 162 when I was 23, squat 425 for 6x6 and do 27 pull-ups when I was 27 at a bodyweight of 172, and all before ever looking at a steroid.
So, I am formidable in my own right regardless of what you insinuate, infer, or extrapolate about my posts.
On another note, I have learned much from some of your comments, and appreciate it, so on that note you have credence in my book. The troubles I've seen in the past have come to a head, and I am now over the top and ready to move on.
I hope you are too.
Have a good day!

oh.
 
Bateman that wasn't to you and Hawk it wasn't intended as an insult.
I just wanted you to know that even though I have come off as an ass and real pussy lately with all the emotional shit, I am not your typical tiny man who tries to puff myself up as an internet character.
I realize I was, am, and most likely will be fucked up over all the shit that happened over the past 3 months, but now that I pieced the story together, I can move on.

Sorry, but the most I ever: benched was 330x1, curled was 200x6, mil pressed was 205x6, squated was 465x7, standing calf raise was 1005x6, lying tricep nose crushers was 165x5, straight-legged deadlift (off a bench) was 265x12, and bent row was 265x3x6 (with no plates bigger than 25lbs, just a lot of them).
No, I am not the strongest guy here, nor to confess I ever did a giant cycle, which I haven't, but I was 5th and 7th in Division II Collegiate swimming when I was 26, and was the fastest 2-miler in my Army Battalion for four years in a row (over 500 people, went 11mins flat).
Yeah, I have not been sitting on the couch for sure, and as such, am not an internet tough guy either.

Sorry I used this site to work through my issues, but some of the guys here have known me through posting since 2004.
My issues have come to a repass, that only a new life can restore, or carry on, anything I've worked up to from here.
I am not afraid to admit my fear of new beginnings, especially at my age (53) and with the responsibility for two young children (11 and 6). It's scary, I'll admit.

I know it's a bodybuilding site. Liftsiron and the other mods have worked very hard over the years to keep the A&E head above water, but you have to admit, as soppy as it may have been, as long and arduous as my posts seemed to drag on, they were a real-life tale of human nature which many could relate to.
That last week in North Carolina, which I had no phone service at all, the internet was my only real connection to the outside world. It was my only way to vent the pent-up frustrations caused by my wife rubbing in my face every second with her morning walks and constant all-day texting, in the car, at breakfast, on outings to someone at work.
It really chewed me up inside, but you guys gave me some of the best advice I could hope for, and in doing so saved me from certain destruction at the hands of that two-faced bitch.

So I humble myself again, thank you for your help, and attempt to move on.
No disrespect my friend, because some of the best advice to toughen up came from your rants, I'm talking about Incrediblehawk. Thanks.
I will be strong again and this will blow over.

On another note, P. Bateman you are a very knowledgable and funny guy, plus have a great physique, but now I will have trouble sleeping at night with visions of Groundhogs running across the graveyard with the dead man's bones.
Why did you do it, Pat, WHY?
 
The night was sultry. My roommate was pedantic. I stabbed him to death with a shard from my brandy sniffer. There was not enough brandy in the dorm to make him bearable.

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I work overhead alot and I think it hinders my delt size. Could just be genetics, but I'd like to blame it on overworking thems. Lol

Bateman, did you really just call him "incredible cawk"!? I didn't take you for a switch hitter, but Cawk likes boys too! It's fate!
 
The night was sultry. My roommate was pedantic. I stabbed him to death with a shard from my brandy sniffer. There was not enough brandy in the dorm to make him bearable.

The end

Holy fuck, I actually belly laughed at that shit. Thanks, Glyco!
 
I work overhead alot and I think it hinders my delt size. Could just be genetics, but I'd like to blame it on overworking thems. Lol

Bateman, did you really just call him "incredible cawk"!? I didn't take you for a switch hitter, but Cawk likes boys too! It's fate!

I didn't realize how bad that sounded until you mentioned it. Let us never speak of this again.
 
The lady behind the desk at the cleaners looked at me very funny tonight when I picked up my laundry.
 
I took a shot of eq and primo in the quad last week and my leg is swollen up like crazy, calf too, WTF did I do? Everything was super cleaned and with a new pin. Plus the bottles were half empty. I had pain from the before shots from these btls but nothing like this.
 
I took a shot of eq and primo in the quad last week and my leg is swollen up like crazy, calf too, WTF did I do? Everything was super cleaned and with a new pin. Plus the bottles were half empty. I had pain from the before shots from these btls but nothing like this.

Sounds just like the normal Primo pain in the ass bro, It's the nature of that beast!
 

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